Crying, death, sweat, hate
A cry ripples through the crowd
Crucify him!
As he stumbles and staggers
From the weight of the tree
That will be his death and our
Salvation.
Grinning wildly the demons
Dance in the hearts of men
"We shall rule, kill this man
As the cross is pulled into place
They cry "Save yourself if you are
God"
Fools, don't they know
If with a whisper he could call doom
Onto their heads
What could he do with
A battle cry?
Father forgive them for they
Know not what they do.
And with a bow of his head
The sacrifice and salvations'
Wondrous plan was
Complete.