Dyscarnate Judecca
Hear the desperate roars of the deceived
Where is the field upon which he burst; where silver fell from his clenched fist? It drips toward the gallows where a perverse trinity awaits
The accused forever seeping scarlet dissolution, like he did on that symbol that the prosecution pointed from
Hanging from such vicious rope, and screaming righteous agony: "He is not your messiah"
A call not heeded from outside his captor's mandibles, within the level of his namesake, and pinned by his divine counterpart
The creation poisoned against him prior to its inception
Honour in treachery, trust in betrayal
Flanked by regicidal schemers, besiegers of the crown of thorns
Ensnared at the foot of their short-lived kingdom, eternally oppressed by the trinity of horns
“He is the traitor! He's the betrayer!
He is the tyrant! He's truly Judas!
He is the traitor! He's the betrayer!
He is the tyrant! He is truly Judas! "
Surrounded then and now forever by those guilty of injustice, they who are worthy of his handle
With a name in vain (synonymous with his captor)
The one they call "betrayer", assured by the gospel "truth"
“I'm the endurer! I am the sufferer!
I'm the creator! I am the messiah!
