If it were me,
I would have fled,
Before a single,
Drop was shed.
The power was there,
To disappear,
But that guy doesn’t get scared,
So it didn’t take long,
Before he was,
Beyond repair.
If it were me,
None of us would be free,
No way would I,
Have born such misery.
Dripping blood,
And crunching bones,
Torn up flesh,
By whips and stones,
Degrading and shaming,
In inhumane tones.
If it were me,
I’d have run back home,
And left the world,
To die without,
A chance to atone.
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So He was dead,
And had a tomb,
Instead of a bed,
Some people cried,
When he died,
Then almost had,
A heart attack,
When He shocked them all,
By coming back.
A super-sized stone,
Was rolled away,
‘Til again He saw,
The light of day,
And with that for us,
All debts accrued,
By sin got paid.
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