How Jesus Felt About the People Who Were Gonna Kill Him
This donkey demonstrates my status,
That nothing can be said about us,
I’m yours, like a child you put upon it,
Like a product, you want to buy a bit.
You’re free to lift me up in your lives,
And if you do I’ll ride with no contrives,
My name will mean something right,
And by using it you will have height.
No sour feelings and no bad thoughts,
You’re not visionaries or care robots,
Yours is the present, your responsibility,
Not future times or my future credibility.
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