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¡¦.
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The Last Fantasy Of Christ
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| Vehemence |
