Somewhere in the dust of time rests the bones of the Galilean
He who was spat upon,
He whose face was marred beyond all human likeness.
Somewhere buried amongst the lies of the past
Rests the tomb of Yeshua,
Of he who was made God in a world without hope.
& When this son of Joseph is found,
What then will the Church of Rome say?
Prepare yourselves for the day is coming,
& Men will say,
"Blessed are the wasted lives who perished in the flames of Holy war."
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