Sometimes I think of Jesus,
He died for something?
Or maybe..quite surely
He died for nothing.
If today He would go,
Like did that time
In the squares to condemn
The Leaders' crimes,
Theft of the rich and powerful..
...So free...
I thing would never reach
Age Thirty-three
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