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Birthed between the laboured breaths of a servant girl

Thus rose an urchin, lord and saviour, caked with dirt

Emaciated, grey and dim, no light to guide within

A vulgar peasant boy with a most convincing grin

False worship to the "Lord of mankind"

"Father of miracles", scream the blind

Innocent eyes learn deceit and craft

The subtle paths to corrupt and ensnare his fellow man

I arose to claim His mantle

Divine right to govern and to poison

For so the lord gave His only wicked son

Exacting retribution for what He has done

God is not on our side

Greatest is the righteous tyranny of Jesus Christ

The carpenter with a silver tongue

I have risen time and again

In the time of Mohammed, and of Set

To fuel your conflicts and stoke your hate

There can be no forgiveness

For what I seek is death

As Seraphim, His pride fell farther

The hills of Golgotha, a testament to my kin

He let me die, no sword to grace my shoulder

Abandoned to suffer – to rise, and rape what is mine

I have risen, time and again

In the guise of Pilate and the Seljuk

To fuel your conflicts and stoke your hate

There can be no forgiveness

For what I seek is death

To punish those my father loves

For I am the one and only son