This is the place I watched my master
in vineyards green and verdant
he sung verses and rhymes
made me sing as if they were mine

I don't mimic him
for I was him
so close I did touch him
in the same way, he touched me

We all knew that this would not last
as they arrested him and the dye was cast
we would never have him back
so I became his follower in black

I decided with a few of the faithful
to pay homage to his art
and for that, I try my best to write
and forever follow that start

Oh sweet songs and vicious tones
as the world groans and moans
we stand proud and shout
crucifixion without a doubt


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris