I Saw the Massacre

I saw the massacre
 i saw the blood shed
I saw the tears and how he wept
I saw everything
and I still have my own opinions
I saw the torture
I saw the suffering
I saw thirteen men dire the same way but i know
I am a witness
i saw everything
and i know forever 
as i cry for the world
and its forgiveness 
never to go back
never to throw away humanity
never to throw away philosophy about what if

I saw everything had the veil lifted from me
been born again
lived one life at a time
as the world predicted mea
and cried every timeevery time
never go that way he died he died
I am a witness
I am a biblical story waiting to be recognized 
of how it corrupted my life 
and  the nightmare sit brought
of the torment and tears and torment and pain on eat h you will never 
comprehend i willlllconfees
for i witnessed everything
from the crown of thorns to the nails
and i know everything
from how he hid everything of how he wasn't who he pretend who he wanted to 
be who he pretended to be
and i know the mystery of the truth of who got the maidens to slide

for it wasn't Jesus
it was an9ther peasant far beyond his time that hid his riddles far beyond his 
means
and Jesus dies for all of us to live in secrecy of how we ran away from the war of 
what and who
and no one knows
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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