I.N.R.I
Come on, you said you where coming back
But this is beyond a joke now mate
You where clever though, I’ll give you that
Not giving a specific date
Look at the state of the place, it’s bad
Every day is getting worse
It’s like the devil himself
Has unleashed an evil curse
If you’re stuck, I’ll pay for your taxi
Just get back here, and get here fast
We need you here to help us
Because without you we won’t last
So come on now, people are desperate
There’s a disease of growing fears
Jesus Christ, you’re taking the piss
Making us wait two thousand years.
love your poem, it really gave me food for thought. Not a religious person by any means, this life bashed that out of me a while ago, but I sometimes wonder if that man, Jesus, whoever he really was, did he think he could come back and save us all over again, or did he know the truth?
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