Injustice In Golgotha Poem by Adams King

Dark was the shallow grave they dug
For men with no blame
Here in Golgotha the toothless dogs
bares the flesh eating shame

High is the cross of persecution
Where the innocent blood is spilled
There, their bloody execution
And every of their unjust deed

Who made the killers the judge?
Bending laws to break the nibs of pens
Who made the sinners own the church?
Inscribing the eleventh to the laws of ten

Here justice have never prevailed
Lies were but the scriptures they read
The truth will never get you saved
For truth were told only by the dead