This Blood Carman

This Blood

Violently they grabbed his arms
As they tightly strapped each wrist
With a hellish look stood a strong armed soldier
Whip clenched in his fist
Laced with chips of bone they beat him hard
From his shoulders to his feet
And it sliced right through his olive skin
Just like razors through a sheet

Countless times the blood splattered
As each in-human lash was given
Several times his knees gave way
As his flesh just hung like rivets

And surprisingly he turned his head
Though the words he used were few
The soldiers face turned pale
When he said "This blood is for you"

Uncaringly they tossed a garment
Across his weakened form
And his blood pressure fell deathly low
As the crowds began to swarm
They forced him to carry his cross up-hill
As his face they punched and smacked
All the splinters from the criss crossed beam dug deep into his back
Through lack of sleep and dehydration
His tongue began to swell
And weakened by his loss of blood
This prophet-teacher fell
When he did some blood splattered
On a man named Simons shoe
As he bent to wipe it off
The prophet looked and said
"Simon this blood is for you"