The Son of God, the sacrificial victim of the new faith
The Son of Man, on display as repulsive abject
wrathful divine indifferent and unpresent
during this grotesque turn of events.

When the veil clouding the perception was torn down
In process of rejecting all its distortions
Abject was seen as what it truly was
Corpse filled with feces

The men who scatologically had worshipped
All things worth of nothing but rejection
Continued to elevate them higher and higher
As what they witnessed, was reflection of their very being

Who would have dared to question it?
The position of all the sons of man
Gathered together elevate themselves into parody of godhood
This dissent would mark him eternally doomed…

The servants of wrathful divine observe this theatre of failure
Filled with amusement with hints of melancholy

If there was fate, and if it was meant to be something else
There would have been visible sparks of hope
But wrathful divine remains indifferent and unpresent
during this grotesque turn of events.

The servants of wrathful divine observe this theatre of failure
Filled with amusement and with hints of melancholy

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