Oh God have you heard my aches, my pleas!?
Won’t you lift me from my bleeding knees?
Oh, Father, will I descend upon this upturned knife?
Let me tell you about the last seventeen minutes of my life!
Grace rain down on me and tear the flesh from my face!
Nights like these make me realize your love can never be replaced!
Merciful hands jet from the sky and aim for my throat tonight.
As my body is broken for you I shall fulfill my divine right.
The suffering is worse than all of your nightmares and fears,
As my blood is spilled for you, oh, father, shed no tears.
I am the son and I will be spit upon and ridiculed by you all,
But remember the death on your lips will be your downfall.
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