Senate Crucifixer
I never knew the holy man inside of you
I swear to god a crown of kings must weight a nod
I never thought of you as savior of the lot
The way you speak you were sent from god to lead the meek
The proper thing would be to bow to the utter
selflessness of ”thou”
I hoped that you would slit your throat for martyrdom
seems too remote
For you to take a chance and pray for god to take your
soul away
And leave your legacy behind
Your patron-sainted death defined
I pray for all of you
Praise the motherfuckers
You must be brave- the hammered hands and feet you gave
Your body dried- bile, blood and water from your side
The living dead- a crown of thorns gashed through your
head
I must be wrong- I thought you nameless all along
You’re f..cking wrong
I pray for all of you
