Son Of Man - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

SON OF MAN

Hold it Pete!

It's my cross

So, sheath your sword.

Let me carry my rugged cross

Calvary becks on me.

These Pharisees got no chill

It's sad, you see -

Sadducee.

Let me just die in peace.

Soon, it will be finished.

And the son of man shall be buried

Scratch that hope!

Once I'm gone down this six feet hole

'No Return'

shall be the song.

Now, through my palms

hit that nail

Pierce my head

with that crown of thorns

It's so quiet here

why can't the haters cheer and jeer?

Look down on me

Nail now my feet

Father, Father

Now is the time

away turn your back

and forsake me!

Sun

Moon

Prime time to collide

Rub shoulders now

Compete to shine!

Soldier man, go get the gal

Come quench my thirst.

Hello ghost

Time to go home

You don't wish to sleep in a tomb.

Breathes my last!

Dies!

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

#Pengician

#SSA

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