Murdered Spirit

I made a lot of silent enemies

That only uttered when I was being crucified

They mocked and jeered as I was nailed

They all laughed at the blood on my hands

Now I am tempted to get blood on my hands

Still didn’t give in to my temptation

I will forgive them even before my resurrection

But when it’s time for my restoration

I will expose the truth; there will be nowhere for their lies to hide,

I will tell who the devil’s spawns are,

They are unable to hide from me their tiara of horns

I know their heads will be aching, though I am the one who wore the crown of thorns

They sought to kill your King, for that attempt you and your lineage must pay the fee

So when the king rises from the dead, there will be weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth

Because what they spoke caused me to be harmed

They will pay for the cut on my arm.