A moderen jesus

by K1n9d0m   Feb 16, 2007


Pavement pounding at my feet, the grip of hate pounding at my chest
Shadows cast no light that surrounds me, I\'ve been taken down like the rest
I struggle down this street, torn down buildings crawl across my eyes
Dress in these shreds, and dirt, I cannot cover up wit disguise
I bear all, watch me, scream obscenities as I pass
But sins are forgiven, so your taunts cannot last
Oak coffins sit in the middle of my journey
Blood trickles down off my thoughts, the same thoughts that scare me
Crucify my battered body, but wear my crucifix
I will die for you, struggling as I take the licks you dish
2 men lay before me, I am viewed at their status
So as I take my place with thieves and murderers, and lie down in my casket
You can bury me as deep as you want, I will still ascend
Sacrificing for you, in a place called Heaven.

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