The self-proclaimed prophet is laughed at by most,
Crazy in his ways, telling men how to believe,
He hangs on the wood, arms nailed to the post
It was reckless they said, what he could've conceived.
Years upon years and the laughter ceased,
With less and less laughter with each generation,
Years upon years and the cult was believed,
What was once a cult was the new federation.
Now the man in the compound who calls himself Jesus,
Is shot at with fire tanks burning his compound to pieces,
He fought back alone but the innocent will die,
The narrator of the story lies about their demise.
They say it was tear gas they used on the children,
But a truth-teller speaks with reckless new wisdom,
He says it was fire they used on the innocent,
Alleged molestations is why the tanks went.
No molestation was found, the prophet then died,
Along with eighty followers, who went down inside.
