From out of the wasteland
the straggly stranger wandered in
Dressed like a homeless person,
he had quite an entourage with him
Preached about spiritual salvation,
Spoke of a kingdom we could not see
At first he seemed quite harmless
til his words threatened our authority
So we did what we always do with rebels
had him arrested and inflicted with much pain
When we demanded he recant his treason
he very calmly refused to play our power game
Leaving us no choice but the death penalty
that scary deterrent thing we do so well
Thank God that whole mess has been laid to rest
Just another little cult threat we had to dispel
Soon to be forgotten by the desperate rabble
forever chasing flavor of the month messiahs
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