Crucifixion
Smudges on my glasses distort what I see.Would I see the masses without the smear?
Is my reality yours? Your reality mine?
Truth to score: is there any?
All truth is God's truth as long as
it is the truth I decided would
be the right truth for God.
Trust me.
I wouldn't trust you!
Rob him of his words.
Pick what is his truth.
Bells ring for his judgement.
Somebody grab his cross!
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