Poetry Gallery: Kifi

I pour out my soul to you
NAKED,

No Flesh,

No skin

No Bones.

This prototype heaven
just aint my home

They had stick with rocks in
them. They beat me and dragged the skin off of
my back.

I did not move nor did I try to counter attack

I carried my cross.

They pierced my hands and feet while they gave me vinegar and red wine
to help with the pain.

I refused to drink it.

Then they put something that felt like acid upon my wounds

This pain was so unbearable that I prayed and hid inside of
my Biblical Cocoon.

The people were yelling kill him, kill him.

I could see Satan roamed around as a snake charmer

He wanted my soul to dance to his demonic tune.

I refused.

The people yelled, "Let your blood be on our children's head"

They poked me sticks and through stones at me as I bled.

The people didn't know that my blood contains healing powers.

I continue to pray as I reach my final hour.

This was it, I gave up my spirit and the sun was covered it was

completely dark.

I could have called on the angels and these people would have been through.

Instead I yelled out

"Forgive them Father For They Know Not What They Do!

Kifi