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