You might think he’s your saviour  
Because of his mystical behaviour  
He amazed folks on his travels, especially Mary, a nonnative
Made the upper-class take a bit too much notice  
They nailed him thru his flesh, for **** sake
Then hung him out on a cross to sun-bake

Imagine no communication    
Could we hear you, or would we go insane?  
No reason for speech or retaliation    
A poisonous arrow of man  
Imagine all the harmony  
Sleeping without a wink of pain  

But, because I’m the only known conscience one
Whilst, living this life, without to much fuss
I pray most days, that the spirit would join us  
And, mother Mary could miraculously, procreate another son
Otherwise, I’m all done, so get me out of this god forsaken enclosure.