Crossed Up

From out of the wasteland
The stranger wandered in 

Dressed like a homeless person,
Had quite an entourage with him

Preached about spiritual salvation,
Spoke of a kingdom we could not see 

At first he seemed quite harmless
Until his words threatened our authority

So we did what we always do with rebels 
Had him arrested and inflicted with much pain 

When we demanded he recant his treason
He very calmly refused to play our game

Leaving us no choice but the death penalty
That scary deterrent thing we do so well

Thank God that whole mess has been laid to rest
Just another little cult threat we had to dispel