Cincinnati, oh, United States
Who is this martyr who hung from the tree..
who is man who says he died for me..
who is that Father who forsoke his son
just for me..and other ones..
What was his thoughts upon the shaft..
was of betrayal, or fishs layed in stacks
Why does the friends of one so good and pure..
let this lamb cure?
And a voice shook the Earth, or so that story goes..
a cry of anger? or a laugh at a joke..
what a mote we must be in the silent ones eyes..
discarding his will for rose colored lies
let me repost I thought I just had
Did he die for heaven attained?
What was his sacrifice in our name?
What was that fall that was so hard took?
he fell ten feet down, and to heaven he took.
Maybe he was tired of the swine in his flock
envied our passion that he couldn't share..
and only had his father who truly cared..
What a failure we were to that stagnent one
a race besot in insanity, who slaughtered his son
and to that God who lovingly creates,
to so wrathfully destory..
Who fostered the lion,
to feast on the lamb..
the ultimate wisdom,
he who glorifies our ignorance,
and disdains the fruit of are fall
That teacher of all...
My father, my lord,
we have only just begun...
Edward A. Beerman