Yep HE came back, just like he said.
He's hiding in rags asking for cigs and bread
We judge Him, and cast Him away
so he stays on the same corner to help us
day after day
and then we pray
that somebody else miraculously fixes things
so you don't have to PAY.
your money will go with you right to hell
but not to heaven, so sell, sell, sell? ? ?
Just like He said, get rid of it!
give to the poor, wash your souls, it's legit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem