I do find it hard to convey flow in text but here goes anyways. An untold story....
I was but a lowly man, a servant to the state
No bitterness, no hate, I was on the straight
Skilled wit' my hands, & better wit' my mind
Run-of-the mill man, but I spent my spare time
Constructing lines, & books of philosophy
For I believed, the religion we were shown was mythology
I seen wit' mine eyes, & hence foretold
That we are all equal, when you look into our souls
I swore, that all we really need is love
An' low & behold, they came seekin' blood
Minions of the Kingdom broke down my door then
Accosted me violently, unneccesary
Cuz I was waitin' for them & woulda went silently
I foresaw it & scrawled it all on my wall
Right beside my detailed tale of how the ruler will fall
And how I love us all, no matter race, colour or creed
My people viewed as another breed, even though it's the same colour we bleed
Taken from my home, imprisoned in a cell
Supposed Pagan to the bone, listen as I tell
How, what to some is a livin' hell
Was liberation of my conscious
& clarafication of those masqueradin' imposters
Interrogated as a criminal, beaten to the brink
Answered with spiritual might, I would not sink
An' bow before them, a minor miracle, refused to blink
They were cynical, asked if I thought I had wings
If I thought I could fly, told me to sing
I told them I am a King, & when I die my spirit will kiss the sky
An' soar beyond the clouds, they stood agasp
Then laughed out loud & put the brass to my skin
Until alas, they asked again, do you believe in your divinity?
I spoke that mankind is divine until infinity
That night, I never slept for my flesh, bled too harshly
My brothers had scarred me, but broken me hardly
They woken me, derobed me & smote me
Then clothed me, in garments unholy
Barely decent, barely breathing, they told me
I would die no-one with no-one to console me
Or note me, as one who had lived
I weaved wisdom in the breeze, completely ad-lib
And the soldiers were taken aback
But nevertheless, I was sentenced to death
So there was little left to do
But for them to apologize to a man, chained in destitude
The next morning I was escorted from my deep thoughts
An' brought forth to the street to allow the people to see God
Mocked & cursed, I was spat on & hated with faces rancid
But what was worse, was they couldn't accept that I love
Each & every one of them, to their very fabric
The first restbite for the guards was soon
I was to put my skilled hands to work while onlookers put vinegar
In my wounds, & with all my strength I consumed the pain
Contained the agony, as I raggedly pieced together
Two old parts of wood, with the meekest endeavour
An' formed a cross, leather tanning my back still
I struggled to raise it, eyes gazin' at Calvary, the 'Black Hill'
Got it off the grass & propped it against my shoulders
It cut like glass, I walked past my few friends & nodded
Horizontally, so as to say my friends it's over
It's now all on me, my swollen feet
Stumble & falter in the molten heat
Laced with the liquid distaste of the Jews
I moved on, imagined it was dew
Took the insults & all the rotten fruit they let fly
I knew I could not be stopped after all I'd gotten through
I held my head high
I reach the end of the road, & see my brothers watching lustfully
Cuffs rust breached, released from the shackles, just to be
Impaled wit' nails through my wrists & ankles
Some say it take guts to be, a martyr
I tell them to live in bondage is a lot harder
Tired & weak, I fear not the unknown
Cuz when I retire to sleep I know I'm goin' home
Prepared for my fate, I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't scared
But I won't break, I'll just seep into the night
Lamenting those left behind, weep for their plight
From afar I see the street light, & I'm left
Alone with the dust & broken flesh, no cousin of death
I struggle to raise my head & see what life lives
I find so many of my comrades bodies lifeless
An' there was a solitary figure, free, but withered as she mourned
The man beside me, & his Arabic head was adorned wit' thorns
I was but a lowly man, a servant to the state
No bitterness, no hate, I was on the straight
Skilled wit' my hands, & better wit' my mind
Run-of-the mill man, but I spent my spare time
Constructing lines, & books of philosophy
For I believed, the religion we were shown was mythology
I seen wit' mine eyes, & hence foretold
That we are all equal, when you look into our souls
I swore, that all we really need is love
An' low & behold, they came seekin' blood
Minions of the Kingdom broke down my door then
Accosted me violently, unneccesary
Cuz I was waitin' for them & woulda went silently
I foresaw it & scrawled it all on my wall
Right beside my detailed tale of how the ruler will fall
And how I love us all, no matter race, colour or creed
My people viewed as another breed, even though it's the same colour we bleed
Taken from my home, imprisoned in a cell
Supposed Pagan to the bone, listen as I tell
How, what to some is a livin' hell
Was liberation of my conscious
& clarafication of those masqueradin' imposters
Interrogated as a criminal, beaten to the brink
Answered with spiritual might, I would not sink
An' bow before them, a minor miracle, refused to blink
They were cynical, asked if I thought I had wings
If I thought I could fly, told me to sing
I told them I am a King, & when I die my spirit will kiss the sky
An' soar beyond the clouds, they stood agasp
Then laughed out loud & put the brass to my skin
Until alas, they asked again, do you believe in your divinity?
I spoke that mankind is divine until infinity
That night, I never slept for my flesh, bled too harshly
My brothers had scarred me, but broken me hardly
They woken me, derobed me & smote me
Then clothed me, in garments unholy
Barely decent, barely breathing, they told me
I would die no-one with no-one to console me
Or note me, as one who had lived
I weaved wisdom in the breeze, completely ad-lib
And the soldiers were taken aback
But nevertheless, I was sentenced to death
So there was little left to do
But for them to apologize to a man, chained in destitude
The next morning I was escorted from my deep thoughts
An' brought forth to the street to allow the people to see God
Mocked & cursed, I was spat on & hated with faces rancid
But what was worse, was they couldn't accept that I love
Each & every one of them, to their very fabric
The first restbite for the guards was soon
I was to put my skilled hands to work while onlookers put vinegar
In my wounds, & with all my strength I consumed the pain
Contained the agony, as I raggedly pieced together
Two old parts of wood, with the meekest endeavour
An' formed a cross, leather tanning my back still
I struggled to raise it, eyes gazin' at Calvary, the 'Black Hill'
Got it off the grass & propped it against my shoulders
It cut like glass, I walked past my few friends & nodded
Horizontally, so as to say my friends it's over
It's now all on me, my swollen feet
Stumble & falter in the molten heat
Laced with the liquid distaste of the Jews
I moved on, imagined it was dew
Took the insults & all the rotten fruit they let fly
I knew I could not be stopped after all I'd gotten through
I held my head high
I reach the end of the road, & see my brothers watching lustfully
Cuffs rust breached, released from the shackles, just to be
Impaled wit' nails through my wrists & ankles
Some say it take guts to be, a martyr
I tell them to live in bondage is a lot harder
Tired & weak, I fear not the unknown
Cuz when I retire to sleep I know I'm goin' home
Prepared for my fate, I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't scared
But I won't break, I'll just seep into the night
Lamenting those left behind, weep for their plight
From afar I see the street light, & I'm left
Alone with the dust & broken flesh, no cousin of death
I struggle to raise my head & see what life lives
I find so many of my comrades bodies lifeless
An' there was a solitary figure, free, but withered as she mourned
The man beside me, & his Arabic head was adorned wit' thorns
The one who used to post in here and the other forums quite a bit :thumb: