The cross has gone cold
The devil pretended to die
Nails on his hands and toes
The crown has been laid down
We must love one master
and despise the other
The blood are but ours not his
He took the whips and stripes
But we bared the pains
He carried the cavalry's cross
Yet we bared the burden
Every single torment and torture
Who crucified the devil
And made us die
For him to live
Who prayed for him to rise
From the grave to the throne
Which he once spilled our blood
I heard he fell like lightening
Who desire to give him a hand
After been given power to step on
Who offered such abominable prayer
Who said change is here to stay
Yet no changes made
The chameleon has change
Only his colours
But his shape is constant
There is nothing great nor good
In the devil I know
So I embraced the devil I know not
Between the two thieves
Is a greater and treacherous thief
Proclaiming to be Christ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great writing brother Adams..i call them two big cows.