Every Other Man/ King

The King of Shadows

Was broken in battle

When a man stepped up

and got nailed to a cross

but He was not lost

no, even Death He fought 

not for Himself but for us

even our soul had been marked

but no more, it was washed 

so nothing was lost 

for He rose in three days

with a smile on His face

He knew no hate 

for those who sent Him to the grave 

but willingly He forgave 

no, He did not blame 

but still our heads hung in shame

"King of the jews?'

yeah and every other man."

This poem is about: 
Our world

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