I am the X that marks the spot
that the treasure map forgot,
the lonely alleyway
not even beggars will stay.
The ocean should take me away
driftwood with no place to lay
and take root and grow by day
to some small tree
that could shade me.
The light doesn't fall the same
I guess I'm to blame
for living in the shadows and the greys
trying my hardest to save
any face that will do
but now I murder and I steal
and take from what is not mine
and it's no big deal.
I am Cain and Abel
and Moses and David
and Job and Peter
but not Jesus.
Never Jesus.
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