His head drops gently upon simple rolled cloth His meek conditions depress Reflecting upon the days events How much time he65533;s lost
Healing the sick, Raising the dead, Being a savior His words create belief
Through a vast wasteland to spread belief 65533;when will they understand?65533; From city to city to spread God65533;s word A man can live only so long65533;.
He sighs drifting off into sleep So many to touch deeply, In his mind he is right65533;.chosen one
YOU FUCKING LIAR His dream foretells of his kingdom-die His picture on walls of bedrooms-almighty Christ He will be martyred in their eyes-he smiles People will die forever in-his name
65533;Even if you did exist, you65533;ll never know what happened to us, you died before it even began65533;65533;
But next he sees what will send him into sadness Depressed, angered, insane65533;.this young girl with a lust for his blood and his cock, gazing sexually at him He knows his point is lost on whores and on the rest No need for him to live, maybe death would even help65533;.