Iron rips into flesh
Crimson streams seep in gushing agony
Intense pain
Torn
Hate driven home
Elevated for every eye to see
Sins wounds
Crimson atonement
Eternal redemption
The predestined sacrifice
Bleeding in wraths rivers
Crushed for my rebellion
And for my reconciliation
Nailed.
Life From A Park Bench 
I’ve always thought of atonement as giving a peaceful feeling. This poem gives the opposite viewpoint.