The Last Fantasy Of Christ - Vehemence

His head drops gently upon simple rolled cloth

His meek conditions depress

Reflecting upon the days events

How much time he’s lost

Healing the sick, Raising the dead, Being a savior

His words create belief

Through a vast wasteland to spread belief

«when will they understand?»

From city to city to spread God’s word

A man can live only so long…

He sighs drifting off into sleep

So many to touch deeply

In his mind he is right… chosen one!

YOU FUCKING LIAR!!!

His dream foretells of his kingdom-die!

His picture on walls of bedrooms-almighty Christ!

He will be martyred in their eyes-he smiles!

People will die forever in-his name!

«Even if you did exist, you’ll never know what happened to us

You died before it even began…»

But next he sees what will send him into sadness

Depressed, angered, insane… this young girl with a lust

For his blood and his cock, gazing sexually at him

He knows his point is lost on whores and on the rest

No need for him to live, maybe death would even help…