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The Resounding, Boundless Crown
In a time where lesser minds were impressed by modest acts
God designed to utilize my vines with fine, iconic tact
Upon crests I've laid with inches severed, pressed by wicked weather
void of deaths deficits, yet left as an anger-stricken treasure
My flesh, a pricking measure, formed to deform the despised
with facile facial features sworn to keep thorns at a rise
Holding scorn at its heights, I chastised those beneath me
yet one savior out of favor did not pass his time beseeching
Though labeled as a traitor, and later strung up on rough pines
he did not waver at the danger, seemed unfazed as he reclined
Almost praisingly, he gazed at me... a look like none before
waiting patiently, anxiously... as compared to shunned remorse
Then he tamed my hungry force, as the rains begun to pour,
and Heaven's gates swung open to reclaim the son it lost
All the shame he had endured, it was purposely proposed
and I, his crown of endless thorns, had served this king the most
Once a murderous ring in scope, now a symbol of our Lord
to be depicted in future scriptures as a suffering no more
I was tough, but he was pure, and thus his love endured
and for once my jagged matter had a natural rapport
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