The Worst Crime
The Worst Crime
Once did not sate their hunger,
Twice they laid him rest.
First outside the city,
On a hill’s humble crest.
Twice on a street corner,
And thrice hung down the way.
Bound, the “Heir of all things”,
On a tree, for display.
Only now there is no sign,
No soldier to stand guard.
In a humble, indomitable way,
Lives then dies,
The “Power of God”.
That night “The Faithfull Witness” saw,
Mankind’s sins, perceived he all.
Now he sees us every second,
“The Branch” may crack a bolt.
Into our lives he reaches daily,
Tho hung a bit remote.
No, once was not enough,
The Second thought they better.
Here hangs the “Mediator”,
Through all nations, his sacrifice forever.
“The Deliverer”, for us he died,
Aggressors, thought they better?
Though with time we have devised,
With sin ev’r at our side
To kill “True light” is awry,
But abuse, a profitable lie
So now they intertwine,
Metal with one “True Vine”.
As he hangs round our bowers,
Over our hills and our flowers.
Once died for humanities crimes,
Now made “The Servant” every time,
Are desires are unfurrowed.
At night made alive,
In every home he resides.
And upon the dawn our hands extinguish,
Once again,
The “Light of the world”.
