There was a Man

There was a Man who lived for man,

Man, who deserved to die,

There was a Man who cried because of the burden, for loveless lambs, and

There was a Man who loved, more than any man could,

And there was a man, who suffered beyond what I could stand,

There was a Man who was whipped to death’s edge,

And then pushed over, by the very men he was dying for,

Four spikes to pin his limbs, and while innocent blood spurted out and splattered,

Against the pitiless dirt,

They rammed down against his brow a cutting crown,

That man, then died, he died

For us, and the dirty perversion that we love,

There was a Man, who loved man his whole life,

More than his own life,

That Man lives again, and is fighting

For your life, because

You will die,

Without Him,

At your side.