The Passion
Good Friday
We stood for the long gospel
And when it was our turn.
We shouted with glee,
'Crucify Him,Crucify Him'.
How cool was that?
Forever more,we are the bad guys.
And will happily burn forever in Hell
We are made of stern stuff
If we can burn forever without end.
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