we have been sold to the slavery of ignorance
my worth reduced to nothing like Jesus of Nazareth
i have tried to be best
but Pilate held me in content
i have sought to speak the words
but his blade my tongue did wed
i would lead this pious rebellion
but the weaponry is barren
i see the stain from the pain through my pane
i feel great disgrace and shame
were it not for word gifts of the Bible
i would hibernate forever
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