His head drops gently upon simple rolled cloth His meek conditions depress Reflecting upon the days events How much time hes lost
Healing the sick, Raising the dead, Being a savior His words create belief
Through a vast wasteland to spread belief when wi will the y understand? From city to city to spread Gods word A man can li have only so long.
He sighs drifting off into sleep So many to touch deeply, In his mind he is right.chosen one
YOU FUCKING LIAR His dream foretells of his kingdom-die His picture on walls of bedrooms-almighty Christ He wi will be martyred in the ir eyes-he smiles People wi will die forever in-his name
Even if you did exist, you wi will never know what happened to us, you died before it even began
But next he sees what wi will send himinto sadness Depressed, angered, insane.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 himto live, maybe death would even help.
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