Walk down that long road,
Like the One before you,
Exhale, moan and bleed,
Stand the cynic criticism,
Stand the angry shouts,
Stand the weight of your sins,
Crushing you, killing you, but you still have to,
Walk!

This is what you wanted,
This is what you asked for,
Don’t turn back now,
Your salvation lies beyond the crowd.
Beyond the road and,
Above the mount.

You’re your own crucified messiah.
No need to nail you, sire.
Lord. Oh, Master, enjoy,
Your last fifteen minutes of fame.
On your Televised Cross.
(Spread the word of you.)
 
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