Above his head read the charge
‘King of the jews’ torn and marred
And they nailed him up as the priests remarked
‘Go on and save yourself Man of God’
They took his clothes and they tore apart
As they rolled their dice, as they cast their lots
But what he wore was seamless art
Hidden on the skin of God
Even after all the evil
Even when they raised Him from the ground
As countless weight was laid upon Him
He could only speak the sound
His voice could only cry the sound
‘Forgive them they know not what they do’
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