The Man Who Killed Jesus Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Good heavens wilt bless this fair sleuth,
Who kill`d Jesus, Hast I probbeth and grabbeth!
Wherefore now, know I, Whom`s deadliest murderer,
`Twasn't Judas slew him, wherewith smacker;
Hurled, thou a codiote, hid thy face as harmless donkey,
Oh come all, Shalt hang we this cruel fey?
Why did you slain the begotten son of God,
One Who saved`s folks, therefrom sin's rod;
To bow for no idols, wrought by heathen
Whom preach`d truth, paved way`o heaven;
Wrought he tokens and countless miracles,
Yet he healed o' sabbath, The Kikes Lambastes;
Told them he came not to condemn the law,
But save us from teeth of death, even from his Jaw

And why may he fred the nabb`d furnicators?
To equalised hisself as God of our ancestors?
He forgot, We are motals and he's divine
Why say then the heaven, world was thine;
The world where truths are vieled with darkness,
And our handiworks needs no lightness;
Men's heart qua depth of blind hades,
So it wasn't yon dragoons whipped him wades;
None knew of the perfidy, Not john Nor peter;
Albeit, you remained mute as lamb afore`s slaughterer,
But now I know who the murderer is,
Let's not curse, Judas nor James for this
For all mankind rejected, smote him their sword,
Aye! , Lo, The slasher is the whole world!