Between The Two Thieves Poem by Adams King

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