The Day History Changed
Roman whip, an evil scourge bringing death
Blood Drips throughout history stained by this deed
Pilate asked " Was he God " if so confess
His duty, to die for our sins, to bleed
His burden written in antiquity's words
Scrolls of lashed parchment read by Priests, to street
Spoke from a sinless mouth where love is heard
To share in peace,five loaves, two fish to eat
This evil wrought from whip splays man's warm flesh
Ancient script played out for humanity's fate
Bloody cross behold this crush of man's thresh
Husks and stems from God and man separate
And the joy bought by Priests becomes far worse
To kill the shepherd, for devil a curse
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