My arms are wide open,
And they will be always.
I'd never let go of you,
Your body as part of mine.
The verdict's been made;
I'm assigned to your name.
It's now my only purpose:
Or I'm but a frame of wood.
I will be the death of you,
As I was felled for you.
I have a place upon me,
Just for you to hang.
I'd bang the nail deeper,
All the way into your heart.
It'd be the last thing I'd do,
Then I'd let you move no more.
I'd crucify you onto me,
For claiming immortality.
You're not a child of god,
But a sinner just like me.
Let us rest suspended,
Betwixt heaven and earth,
Be even with the Skyline,
Until your resurrection.

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