Precious Addict

For me, the world might be
a better place, with us,
the rest of the world,
other than you,
curled in our pain, with needles
surging in our veins;
numbing us from sins
you take upon yourself
with that needle in you.

I know if the table were turned
and you could see all the desperate hurt
hidden within us, as it is inside you
you would do anything to save us,
you would do anything, to save me;

Yet, I am broken at this cross, curled in pain,
for reasons why, this world is so torn, and souls,
especially yours, become trapped in wounds
unaware Christ died, to become that needle in all of us.

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