They were told that his love is great
It conquered, through death.
In that frame between public shaming
(Through death)
And then resurrection
Stop thinking and believe in him;
With faith
To be saved
They were told to become good
Maybe not
Like everyone.
It was said that it brought peace
If not peace, stillness
In that moment between drawing in
(Quiet)
And then breathing out
Stop thinking and fill your head-
With sensation-
To become peace,
They wanted to become still,
Always
Like everyone.
So they froze, an epoche
Frozen to themself
Between Adam and the atoms
(There surely were no sinners)
He died his final death
But In the horrorscape of newspapers.
Sin was in everyone
In need of a scapegoat when
The blues and hand forgot the workers
Evil has returned in saffron orange.