The Judgment
He walks in the dark.
He speaks in the light.
Covering himself with a sheep skin.
Mimicking the voice of the Priest.
Thousands hail him as the messiah.
He smiles in the light but frowns in the dark.
A cold-hearted man holds his hand in the dark.
He meets the judge unexpected.
Is only the judge who has eyes in the dark.
The judgment, the judgment.
A call without a notice.
A day for records and memories.
The dark footprints has been uncovered.
The messiah of the people is naked.
Walks on the path to the crossroads of glory and misery.
The judge sends him to the path according to his deed.
Judgment is the river we cross to the eternal city.
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