Those who think others need it the most need it the most.
Around my cross aren’t those who understand the cost of love, but those who exact it.
It is tragic that those who know the most about me know me the least.
The only ones here are those who would ensure my kind of compassion is killed.
I’m surrounded by authorities… political because I threatened their regime… religious because I delegitimized theirs.
They are compelled to do what they do, driven by insatiable agendas.
Moved by conviction rather than compassion, they will never get it.
They don’t know what they’re doing.