What Would You Do?
The Prophet hangs upon
His cross of martyrdom
As His worshipers’ fall
To their knees below and
Bathe in the blood
That promises a cleansing
Salvation for their souls
They weep with mingled tears
Of hypocrisy and joy
As they see his lifeless body
Torn from the wood of destruction
And follow a shell to the grave
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