PART I.
Caesar calls.
In line his empire falls.
Satan crawls.
His words in drawls.
Why will you not cry!
You foolish child-king.
Can't you see they lie?
But the enlightened bell of hope did ring.
They called him the messiah,
The only explanation for his love.
Spreading peace or land of Gaea,
But under false witness of the above.
Told throughout his life that he would make hatred cease.
He knew to follow moral ways and save damnation's piece.
He knew not what he'd do,
But he would devote his life unto,
Herding these wretched to the path they were due.
If only he truly knew.
PART II.
What this man had done,
Born under the Roman's sun,
Is relinquish emotion too strong.
To become one,
Work must be done,
For the human race is wrong.
Although he lied,
Although his wrath grew,
This man was truly good.
His teaching here are sacred, true,
But wars fought for him never stood.
The prince of peace to light the way,
Caused human freedom's final decay.
Now trapped forever,
A misused endeavor.
His birth is all but in vain.
We must pass peace to end his pain.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
PART I.
Caesar calls.
In line his empire falls.
Satan crawls.
His words in drawls.
Why will you not cry!
You foolish child-king.
Can't you see they lie?
But the enlightened bell of hope did ring.
They called him the messiah,
The only explanation for his love.
Spreading peace or land of Gaea,
But under false witness of the above.
Told throughout his life that he would make hatred cease.
He knew to follow moral ways and save damnation's piece.
He knew not what he'd do,
But he would devote his life unto,
Herding these wretched to the path they were due.
If only he truly knew.
PART II.
What this man had done,
Born under the Roman's sun,
Is relinquish emotion too strong.
To become one,
Work must be done,
For the human race is wrong.
Although he lied,
Although his wrath grew,
This man was truly good.
His teaching here are sacred, true,
But wars fought for him never stood.
The prince of peace to light the way,
Caused human freedom's final decay.
Now trapped forever,
A misused endeavor.
His birth is all but in vain.
We must pass peace to end his pain.
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