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It was up to the people really,  
Because they had questioned paying their taxes, 
And we had given them the criminality system, 
Which could never be wrong, 
It was right for all. 

Jesus had not called for them to pay him money by way of taxes, 
Not overtly anyway, but had alluded to being able to accept, 
Donations or thanks for the works of healing that he did,
He maybe suggested himself as looking after medicine and health. 

So I could not decide if the people saw us, 
The Roman government and the authorities, 
Of deserving of their money, their taxes,
And if they all refused to pay us, 
We had no justice system,
To jail them for not paying,
Because there was no room for all of them in prison: 
They were mine, and I looked after them, 
We kept order and we cleaned the streets. 

So I asked them, the crowd at Jesus Christ’s trial, 
Where he was guilty of usurping the state, claiming state power, 
If they could respect me if I declared him not guilty, 
If they would pay their full tax amount if he were to go free and live. 

But they screamed “Crucify him, crucify him!” 
So I did, and let Barabbas go free instead,
Because it was time to release somebody anyway, 
And moreover, they did not diminish until I declared him guilty. 

So Jesus was therefore crucified.

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