What a way to advertise,
Sad way to get a better view.
What an excuse to be stoic,
God knows men don't cry.
Good reason to blame your Father,
Classic absentee parent of them all.
Good reason to give into hatred today,
But it's your fault you're on the tree.
Whoever heard of a holy man
Filled with holes in his hands?
Who heard of one dripping blood
And not some weird glowing light?
Seems a waste of oration,
To just convince a thief.
Seems a joke to promise Heaven
To just one before you die.