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Stand before the jury

Where real judgment done

Drink from the chalice, of divine blood

All your wrongs, come undone

Fortress of hypocrisy

Where vultures meet, and pick apart

No Crown of thorns

Placed upon you, but upon me

Holy messiah

Died for the likes of you, not me

Guided down, righteous path

Journey to, eternal life

Gavel held, tight

By sheltered jury, decide my place in afterlife

Palace of divine

For you, a feast to dine

Why am I forsaken

Eternal life, I don’t qualify