Jesus Was a Masochist

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By Home-made Snuff Movie •

Take Him as you find Him, Leave Him where He lay, Its time to talk of bigger things Than where our Master stays. Lay Him down, lay Him to rest Upon these cosmic sands, Lash Him up with crown of thorn, Drilling through the hands. Trade a penny for a feather The glue which binds His lips together Is burning through His skin, No longer lets the air flood in, His mouth is filled with blood. Let it trickle down the drain, The sound formed by the pouring rain Is searing through His head, Makes Him wish that He was dead, His hand moves to His veign.

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December 19, 2006 05:06User

Wow..do write rock songs or what..?? This sounds just like one and if it isn't, it would make a good one though..