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.