"Amen Amen"
Amen, amen.
"It is finished,'' together He and Himself say.
Palm to Palm. And they push with all their might.
He and Himself put their hands together.
Spewing hatred from its walls, Whiteness encloses on He and Himself.
This black body won't allow He to hurt Himself.
Amen, amen.
Fight Himself. Hurt Himself. Destroy Himself.
His arms won't let Him.
Neither He or Himself has thrown a punch.
But together they face off.
Breaking away from His soul.
His mind and body, He and Himself are apart.
Amen, amen.
His soul is ready to quit, which he cannot give.
From Himself, He needs acceptance and understanding.
Against Himself, He declares war.
Having thrown up His hands for the moment. Amen, amen.
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