A triumph

Blow your trumpet
let it resound through Jerusalem's streets
A triumph,
a sorrowful, God-forsaken triumph.
Blow your trumpet
overpower the hammer to nail
bringing pain, showing grace.
And you never know who will turn their backs, their faces
who will run away:
disgusted
scared
of the dichotomy of watching such a beautiful, horrific sight.
But nevertheless,
Blow your trumpet,
your small meager trumpet.
It is no less a triumph.

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The real deal blog post coming soon. Fun stuff on the way.
Patience.