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They say that He is a prophet

And that He is the one

They say that He

Is the Son of God

To bring us all our salvation

He is calling us hypocrites,

Stirring the people to riot

We cannot kill Him ourselves.

So let us pawn him off

To Pontius Pilate

The people love

This man called Christ

A riot He

Could certainly entice

Contradicting

That what we say

May He be dead

Before the end of day

Blasphemy filled

Within His words

The things He says

Are so absurd

We are holy,

We are just

We have to do

What we must

Price him that He

Be delivered

Pay Judas

30 pieces of silver

Betrayal supreme,

Forgiveness divine

A kiss upon the cheek

Will be the sign

The trial of Christ

May now commence

I know Herod

Will be convinced

That the words of Jesus

Shall be our downfall

This Man is dangerous

To Caesar and us all

Only a few will weep

And fewer will sorrow

But these peasants

Will forget Him by tomorrow

Gone will be He

And all His prophecies

To this mere man

They will never fall to their knees

We beg of you,

To find Him guilty

Let Him be crucified

Among the filthy

So let it be written

So let it be done

Let this Man’s name

Be spoken by no one

«The people have chosen

The Nazarene to die

I cannot understand

Where your reasons lie

Jesus has done nothing

To deserve this fate

Barabas is the one

Who is filled with hate

My conscience is cleansed

Swept away like a flood

I wash my hands

Of this Man’s blood»

It is finished

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