Invisible Crown

Tied your hands and feet

Fed you to the aviator

You’re a king and you’re loved

So you must be put to death

We need a miracle, man

Stripped naked, blood-red cape

Wreath of spinous wood

Pounded in by hammering bark

Spit, hit, mocked, robbed, derobed

Sent to the place of a skull

Grape juice from a sour vine

Rationed you away by nine

A thief to your left

And a thief to your right

Begging for bulletproof miracles

Eclipsed, forsaken

Wine-soaked sponge,

A scream,

And he’s gone

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