He called, his friends didn't get
up for dinner one last time
He said, one of you will betray me,
and that of which is not mine
he told this certain guest
While the rest of them prayed,
that just could not be refused.
When he broke the bread, he said,
which has been given up for you.
And when he poured the wine, he said,
This is the divine blood of life
that's everlasting and new
And after the feast when man sleeps
Have you let inside a love
that poured from his hands?
When they beat him, he stood alone
Even his friends had fled
Cause they feared for their lives,
We don't know that guy, they said
He announced that he's done
yelled and threatened to rebel
Only his life would silence them
Have you let in the blood
that poured from his hands?
and ripped them to the bone
And beat a thorn crown in his head
an d drove nails in his hands
With one last breath he cried
But the only reason that he died
Was for our lies, our greed, our egos
That we feed in our mouths
Our sex, our pride, and our complex
to forgive and consecrate
that still pours from his hands
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