The Man Died For Nothing
Man crucified he died yesterday,
While destruction coming my way;
The man died at three o’clock,
For the unworthy human flock.
The man died on the cross,
Was his painful sacrifice at a loss?
The man died for nothing,
Since the sins keep coming;
The man died for all iniquities,
Evil starts here with indignities.
The man died crucified,
Forgotten and put aside.
The man shed blood on Calvary Hill,
All this for you, me, and all of them;
Suicide bombers in his Father’s name,
They are all doomed to be damned.
The man died for nothing,
I cannot stop crying.
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