Stigmata (singular stigma) are bodily marks, sores, or sensations of pain in locations corresponding to the crucifixion wounds of Jesus, such as the hands and feet. In some cases, rope marks on the wrists have accompanied the wounds on the hands.
The term originates from the line at the end of Saint Paul's Letter to the Galatians where he says, "I bear on my body the marks of Jesus." Stigmata is the plural of the Greek word στίγμα stigma, meaning a mark or brand such as might have been used for identification of an animal or slave. An individual bearing stigmata is referred to as a stigmatic or a stigmatist.
Stigmata are primarily associated with the Roman Catholic faith. Many reported stigmatics are members of Catholic religious orders. St. Francis of Assisi was the first recorded stigmatic in Christian history. For over fifty years Padre Pio of Pietrelcina of the Order of Friars Minor Capuchin reported stigmata which were studied by several 20th century physicians, whose independence from the Church is not known. The observations were reportedly unexplainable and the wounds never became infected.
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Longing for the touch
Lust beneath my skin
Burning overmuch
My body becomes so bleak
My mind begins to fade
But my soul begins to speak
And filled again
As my cold body touches yours
I feel alive and vain
I wanted to feel empty
I wanted you to push
The life out of me
And to give it back
And make me pleased
I'm so cold
But I feel alive
And to give it back
And make me pleased
Between the sheets of sin
I have found my place
Heat inside my heart
Will continue to rise
My rigor mortis my flesh
Won't drive you away
The whispers on the pillow
And filled again
As my cold body touches yours
I feel alive and vain
I wanted to feel empty
I wanted you to push
The life out of me
And to give it back
And make me pleased
I'm so cold
But I feel alive
And to give it back