The Unknown Legacy of Christ

When they all walked away and he was dieing that day he never stopped believing he never doubted maybe i was there beside him hung on my own cross left to die without a crown of thorns without a spear in my side maybe i was a follower a family member someone from a past life haunted by visions and memories that i know are true but aren't mine lies they tell me stigmatism of truth mirrors of deception confusions of everything but i watched we talked he told me more than everything it was the kings he gave him his power i sometimes think because he never said sacrifice me to god so i can become one it was the monarchy who hunted him down for vengeance and fame he never said i want to be sacrificed to mankind it was the royalty who said he has died for your sins of your conspiracies against me now let it go and as they all walked away from the games they had played from their riots and fame of the kings paranoia and noblemen house fires and stolen sheep Jesus said a few things to me things no one ever heard things of truth no one would ever know i was there and i watched for his soul to climb the stairway to heaven waited for him to crawl off that cross and all of the kings men and all of the kings children and wives were born again maybe i was there hanging on my own cross eavesdropping on a conversation between two saints and i had done something minor wrong but i am today haunted with the truth of yesterday and this lie i cannot explain