Crossed Up

From out of the wasteland
the straggly stranger wandered in       

Dressed like a homeless person,
he had quite an entourage with him

Preached about spiritual salvation,

Spoke of a kingdom we could not see   
    
At first he seemed quite harmless
til 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 power 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  

Soon to be forgotten by the desperate rabble
forever chasing flavor of the month messiahs