Vehemence - The Last Fantasy Of Christ

The Last Fantasy Of Christ

His head drops gently upon simple rolled cloth
His meek conditions depress
Reflecting upon the days events
How much time hes lost
Healing the sick, Raising the dead, Being a savior
His words create belief
Through a vast wasteland to spread belief
when wi will the y understand?
From city to city to spread Gods word
A man can li have 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 wi will be martyred in the ir eyes-he smiles
People wi will die forever in-his name
Even if you did exist, you wi will never know what happened to us,
you died before it even began
But next he sees what wi will send himinto 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 himto live, maybe death would even help.