Jesus has come
He'll tell you so
He'll say he's your messiah
You'll cast your words and stones
Send him back to heaven
Send him back with empty pockets
Even the richest folks couldn't buy him off
The rapture has ended
You're stuck on this earth
You're just as bad as me and him
Feeling like a fool you are
While God's on high lookin' down
Death will take you to hell
I'll die laughin' while you kneel payin'
He won't take your bribe
Burned the stairway,
Broke the ladder,
Fell from grace…
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I would like to translate this poem
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