His head drops gently upon simple rolled cloth His meek conditions depress Reflecting upon the days events How much time he's lost
Healing the sick, Raising the dead, Being a savior His words create belief
Through a vast wasteland to spread belief "when will they understand?" From city to city to spread God's word A man can live 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 will be martyred in their eyes-he smiles! People will die forever in-his name!
"Even if you did exist, you'll never know what happened to us, you died before it even began..."
But next he sees what will send him into 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 him to live, maybe death would even help....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
