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 FUCKIN
G 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….