| Once upon a crooked cross, I stomped onto Christ Heart, the day he carried the hunk of wood down the chunk stone. I couldn't help but watch with wondering eyes. Time for the Martyr to meet his maker, time for the calling to make his blood drip. The thicker the rain gets. The more I hear his cries of agony, the spear, thrusted into a con's gut, a flare flying high, a red star, the Devils eye. My way, a brutal day. Althrough the night, I heard him talking of pain, all the while I was watching him writhe. Such a vain man, just shut up and die! The two men on each side of him, slowly rotted as his decaying corpse. Oh yes, he rose from the dead. In Hell! Once upon a Crooked Cross, a foolish martyr who mocked men, and God's name, died in vain, screaming in pain. Once upon a crooked cross, I climbed to the top, and stole his crown. Boasting it, until his rotten carcass fell to the ground. I walked amongst his people with a smile. Speaking nothing, Not pointing my finger, as he did, just to hear his own words linger. He fooled the poor, and tricked the rich, but we all know the truth, that he was just a stich in the wound, that was already infected. He is the scars on the face of the Earth, he was the Wasted time, called a rebirth. Not a God, just a Man, just like a cop who takes command, with his, powertrip plan. Jesus! Where are you now? Burning in Hell where you should be, all of this.. I bare wittness to. All of this, I know is true. You people don't even have a clue.. Of what happened long ago. Once upon a crooked Cross. |
