Poetic-Verses
'' Be Prepared For My Return ''
I've travelled far,
To see how you are,
It's been over two thousand years,
Since my three wise men followed that star,
I arrived to alleviate your fears.
You were lawless and lewd,
Some of you were crude,
Guilty of outrageous behaviour,
My Father sent me to teach you what's good,
I was summoned to become your saviour.
After being christened,
Initially you listened,
My influence over you was profound,
But tempted by material goods that glistened,
In a sea of greed you were drowned.
Cursing and swearing,
You became overbearing,
In my Father you refused to believe,
My compassion for life you were no longer sharing,
Your souls I just could not retrieve.
I couldn't win,
You then turned me in,
The Romans then gave you a choice,
A thief or me to be nailed by the skin,
For my soul you did not raise your voice.
Nailed to a cross,
By Human dross,
I was deserted in my hour of need,
Even my Father accepted my loss,
Why oh why did you let me bleed.
Resurrected from the dead,
To Heaven I was led,
I had failed to teach you what's best,
In the history of humans it will be read,
To convert you I did fail the test.
Still under attack,
I'm now heading back,
Your sinful actions make my stomach churn,
For what you are doing you will suffer the flak,
' Be Prepared For My Return '
To see how you are,
It's been over two thousand years,
Since my three wise men followed that star,
I arrived to alleviate your fears.
You were lawless and lewd,
Some of you were crude,
Guilty of outrageous behaviour,
My Father sent me to teach you what's good,
I was summoned to become your saviour.
After being christened,
Initially you listened,
My influence over you was profound,
But tempted by material goods that glistened,
In a sea of greed you were drowned.
Cursing and swearing,
You became overbearing,
In my Father you refused to believe,
My compassion for life you were no longer sharing,
Your souls I just could not retrieve.
I couldn't win,
You then turned me in,
The Romans then gave you a choice,
A thief or me to be nailed by the skin,
For my soul you did not raise your voice.
Nailed to a cross,
By Human dross,
I was deserted in my hour of need,
Even my Father accepted my loss,
Why oh why did you let me bleed.
Resurrected from the dead,
To Heaven I was led,
I had failed to teach you what's best,
In the history of humans it will be read,
To convert you I did fail the test.
Still under attack,
I'm now heading back,
Your sinful actions make my stomach churn,
For what you are doing you will suffer the flak,
' Be Prepared For My Return '
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`` Be Prepared For My Return ``
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