Profane Martyr

Suppurated boils cover your face
Gushing down your chin, superabundant
Pus
Epileptic scraggly limbs leave a weightless impression
Nailed to a wooden cross
Like thumbtacks to a wall

I made you a martyr
Like hundreds before
Picking you off the hazy streets
The missing of a crackhead junkie

Crown of thorns placed on your head now
Piercing through your empty skull
Snorting up the stench of blood
Profane creation, added to my quantum

I made you a martyr
Like hundreds before
I crack head vigilante
Exalted above all law