Jesus died for us not to be lost
At his own cost
for a just cause
At his own loss
So we will not face the wroth
For our actions of pride, behaving like we are the boss
When it wasn't his fault
Because of that, he was full of puss
But still didn't make a fuss
Even when we did like buffs
But still beared the pain of being in hand cuffs
Taking to a place full of moss,
Full of dust
Because of some people lust,
Those who were puff
Those who were unjust
Those who were nuts
When people talked rots
Hanged on a cross
Which is far worse
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