There was once a carpenter's son;
he died by his stepfather's profession
about an item made of wood
He died by his stepfather's profession
carrying wood upon his back
He died by his stepfather's profession
with wood touching him
He died by his stepfather's profession
by wood with nails in skin...
Ironically this man of love and peace
who preached peace and
love knew about wood
by his earthly father;
died on wood...