THE TOKEN OF MY LOVE WAS MY BLOOD. MAN DENY ME AS "GOD" IN FLESH BECAUSE, I AM DISTINCT AND ODD. I AM NOT AS USUALL AS THE REST OF KINGS AND PRIEST THATS BELIEVED BEFORE ME. I KNOW ITS HARD FOR MAN TO SEE, THE MIND TO BELIEVE COMPLETELY, AND THE HEART TO PERCEIVE ALL THAT IS OF ME. ITS ONLY BY FAITH THAT MAN CAN RECEIVE THE GIFT THAT'S OFFERED THEE. YES, IN FLESH MY FACE WAS DISFIGURED UPON NO RECOGNITION; A DEATH I GAVE AND PAID IN A WORLD SO COLD, FOR THE PRICE OF MAN SOUL. THERE I LAID, HANDS STRETCHED WIDE, BLOOD STREAMING DOWN MY SIDE, WITNESSING THE VOICES OF LAUGHS FROM SCRIBES, AND CRIES AS I DIED. I ASKED THAT THEY (SCRIBES) BE FORGIVEN, FOR WHAT THEY DO. I KNEW THEY HAD NO CLUE. WHEN MY HOUR HAD EXPIRED IN FLESH, THE END OF THE TEST; THAT WAS THE BEGINNING OF MEN REST. FROM THEN UNTIL NOW, THE STORY WILL BE TOLD; I AM THE KEEPER OF MAN SOUL. TRUE LOVE.... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades