I lie there, uncomprehending the blinding pain that's resides all over,
throbbing aches and marks form in my limbs. A four leafed clover
couldn't bring luck enough to deliver me from these trying times,
thrashing wildly, screaming in silence, showing my agony in mimes,
my wrists implode, and the pain level supercedes that of normality,
my ankles give way to welts, this must be something of immortality,
and my side feels red hot, people crowding in horror, my mind cracks
I become Him, the hospital bed is gone, it's wood against my back.....

hanging here dismally, I survey those who would be my followers,
nails driven into my flesh, treating me as if I'm guilty of heresy,
dressed in dirt and hollow-furs, they spit and curse and beg mercy,
this isn't fair-to-me, but Father prophecized my painful finality,
only their glares hurt-me, their hate for the so called Son of Man,
the Messiah in reality, yet my brothers accuse me of blasphemy,
I'm not one-to-ban, God's people from the gates of Paradise itself,
theives who want-to-be, relieved of their burdens, cleansed of sin,
how could I blaspheme against myself?! they hang beside me helplessly,
so I yell over the din, that they are forgiven if they choose God,
no help-to-me, my beloved mother and close friends weep bitterly,
commiting ultimate fraud, all here must be madder than MorningStar,
the pain, it fits-to-me, like a sensory glove no one will ever see,
the end cannot be far, My God, my God, Why have you forsaken me?!

my lids crack, pain is gone, I lay still on this torture rack,
movement ceased, bandages limbs, brain-activity coming back,
He seemed so real, He was me,it was in no way a hallucination
the full experiance of his death, short lived by Satanic abbreiviation,
I lift a bandage from my forearm, to find a perfect nail-sized hole,
my feet are the same case, unexplained wounds hurting my soul,
and my side is a large slash, a huge itch of body healing magic,
indentation in my skull, a crown of thorns, like a religion addict,
I was crucified, but I never saw a real cross anywhere near me,
other than the one around my neck. they'll all fear what I could be,
The Lord and I were one for painful moments, I felt his agony,
Christ's experiance, but when I said so, my own mother spat at me,
as if these scars are not proof enough, unwanted physical blasphemy....

stigmata Bodily marks, sores, or sensations of pain corresponding in location to the crucifixion wounds of Jesus, usually occurring during states of religious ecstasy or hysteria.
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Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

uppin for some feedback on this

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

i saw this shirt one day and it said
"jesues is coming" on front
"don't worry we will nail him this time" on back
that was a funny shirt nice sig i guess lol! o yea your rhymes were dope as well keep it up!

wow, thanks for that in depth reply you fuckin herb
how about you give me a real comment rather than a shitty joke about killing Jesus? which is sending you straight to hell, if such a place exists. I hope you burn in agony for eternity.
that said, uppin for replies, and preferably not bullshit ones like Grim gave me.
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

hey man ur lyrics were nice, good flo, decent vocab (try and elevat tht some, but still good)
return the favor?
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=51700

My name is Grim for a reason, i am the Grim Reaper, i am here to Take your Soul, and keep it away from jesues. but i do know wht the stigmata is i go to a catholic school, but i am not catholic,

lmao, now thats comedy!
at least this herb can make me laugh. I'm really not that religious, but I was looking up on stigmata because I didn't really understand it, and found some cool shit which inspired me to write this. If my soul is away from Jesus, that mean's it'll be here, and I'll be alive, so that's good enough for me.
Now, where're the real replies?

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

...... stigmata whould be crazy to have, it whould fuck up your sex life.
but i liked your freestyle dude flowed very nicely!!

yeah dude, but I'd kinda like to experiance it....it seems so surreal, and I wanna know what people actually see when their brain goes quiet while it happens. They shreik in pain and thrash around, so they have to be restrained, but theres nothing there other than their wounds. They don't even respond.
thanks for the real reply grim

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

dude i was talking about the stigmata in school one day, and only a few saints actuly have like had it happen to them, and one who did could be in 2 places at once, but i am forgeting what saint it was i will found out if you wanna know its kinda crazy tho like how it happens to them.! did you see the Crossing Jorden with the guy who had the stigmata? it was crazy!

this was so-so, nice rhymes but bad lay out. pretty nice words to put into someone's mind, no clear picture to envision, guess that's the way you wanted it. and uh.. yeah, about that lay out thing, never mind. i forgot.

peace






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(this is the part where you say something witty)

lol anit, not this time...I only say shit like that to herbs

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

um....

i'm glad i'm not a herb?

koo.

dude i got mad respect that your have a quote from the bible in your sig, thats mad pimp keep rhyming!