Dark echoes in the halls of the synagouge,

Looking at the dead body of my lord,

At the age of 4 he entered my soul,

Revelations strike again,

Fear, hatred, envy, jealousy all intertwine to take my soul,

Victim again,

Hatred stabs, murder burns the eyes,

While the psychotic stirs within,

Demon soul, devil within, crawling out the hallways,

Of that dark synagogue eons ago,

The image of my lord,

Dead on the floor,

Bleeding from the head,

Stab wounds, killing him again,

Flies and putrid evidence,

Ridden all over the ground,

Holy, holy, holy,

What do we make of such putrid sin,

In the face of the holy,

Death on a stick,

Entwined with thorns on the head,

Dead, like a man,

In a grave,

Hidden from us all,

Nothing no more,

Just a man,

Dead within,

Stone covered grave,

Forever forgotten in a world of sin.