#yes i am insinuating the apostles lied about some shit

[hallowedblock07]

Messiah

Were I to sit at the back of a church, 

A whole pew to myself, my thoughts, and I,

Could I look at the cross at the front of the room

And know that is where the Messiah was left to die?

His sacrifice is a faint memory

From immortals and Gods of old,

No one nowadays truly knows

The exact words he spoke, the stories he told.

The Bible is written by Believers,

By those worshipping everything he was,

Or, everything he could have been for them;

A holy innocent caught in avarice-soaked claws.

Their names were written and recorded,

Millions named after the twelve.

Jesus could have been arrogant and proud,

But that’s in a past into which we can never delve.

So, Messiah and Lord,

Who watches us from his Fathers side,

Were you pious and pure or hubristic and loved?

Why did you end up on that cross where you died?