Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum

Through seas of blood, the man did wade
Observing death which man hath made
Careful steps through misery
Retracing bloody history
Tears of truth, cries of fear
For want of proof that God is here
Under a religious spell, man is who invented hell
Wandering across the earth
The man who was of virgin birth
Herod, Pilate, Caesar too
Helped to kill this outcast Jew
Since then manking hath sought to use
This man's name for an excuse
To secure their empires vast and grand
To slaughter those from foreign lands
His life was short his time was was brief
Yet he still restored belief
In a God some deemed dead
In him a religion bred
Alas the words he did preach
Are not those we now teach
Love the sinner loathe the sin
Look inside the heart within
Love and kindness, compassion care
Exist no longer anywhere
If he had lived past thirty-three
There would be no certainty
That those who do invoke his name
Could even play their little game
Of religious supremacy
Under guise of piety
Methinks he would have made more clear
The message which he carried here
If he had lived to older age
There might have been another page
In the books of history
And there would be less misery