Lose the cross!
I was the lamb,
You abused me.
I bled for your crime,
Then you used me.
You scratch at me for peace,
Clawing, tearing, ripping me down.
This punishment must cease,
I�ve not enough to go around.
You�ve gripped the lamb, shaved it bald,
Yet, at peace, ignored me,
In Hades you burn, sear and scald,
For you over-adore me.
I�m not what you interpret,
This man who�s old in youth�
But yet, you choose to worship,
This man who knew the truth.
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