Pontius Pilate

You ask of me silence as I Rome Saint peters square gathering hymns beneath Di Vatican where Satan sits in solitude a prisoner of haste awaiting a time to live a time to give malice a wretched sea urchins filled with rapture borrowed by solace envy kackling carny unfolding aimlessly becoming nothing in the eyes of God sending chills of fear weathered under the soil sandals of the child of God wrath behold the tyranny engraved over the watchers minds eye calling to pontius pilates consciousness professing goodness portraying the death of Christ from a morbid dream shared by his wife come to me now seek truth return void from your sinful actions hatred devoured love conquered an yet I am still here