i am not Jesus at all
but why do i suffer for your salvation?
i pay the tax of your mistakes
and shoulder your regrets
you have a sin i cannot wash away
you robbed me of mine
when you gave it away
did He cry to His mother too
the way i cried about you
i am a homeless seeking refuge
inside your openly abandoned heart
but for me to sleep
i must build a home
out of the ruins of the empire
that your first war broke
all i want to do is love you
but there's a price i must pay
for not being the first
for having to compete
and beat the high scores
second hand is my brand new
for second is my stature
will i be handed a posthumous trophy
or a tribute statue
would they write a book about me
—a martyr that stayed true
after i am crucified
for merely wanting to love
and be loved by you
—
i hope you do not see this as blasphemy
i am a child of God
and if He has His soldiers
then He must have poets too
would it be a sin
if i happened to be both?
END.
