A sample from Book 2
The PassionContinue reading “‘The Passion’”
we live in a closed fear
our laugh a bit queer
He† died on the cross—
so we may not be lost
we build a big house
we’re not treated like a mouse
He† was beaten by a strap—
releasing us from our trap
we worship the almighty green
it matters how we are seen
His† skin fell from his body—
while they stood laughing
we spend wanting the best
who cares about the rest
His† mother watched her son—
evildoers had their fun
we ridicule the less fortunate—
breed cruelty and hate
His† skin soaked in blood—
hitting the ground...raging flood
we spit the hungry in the face
carrying around a can of mace
He† wore a crown of thorns—
so we can be reborn
how much more can we take
how much more can we fake
He† forgave us for our sin—
how many prayers can we lend


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