Stigmata Martyr

In a crucifiction ecstasy,
Lying cross chequed in agony.
Stigmata bleed continuously.
Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me.
Stigmata oh you sordid sight,
Stigmata in your splintered plight.
Look into your crimson orifice,
In holy remembrance,
In scarlet bliss,
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum.
Father, son, and holy ghost,
Stigmata Martyr.