THIS IS A POEM I MADE IN TO A SONG I HOPE OU ENJOY

On the third day I arose-in the eyes of my foes-they
called it SUN~DAY-cause its when i cursed my enemies
with skin melon from Serbian rays-
In this time man had no color-and questioned my
father-questioned the path of a martyr-
Questioned the virginity of my mother-
They had already scared me in the physical
form-outcasted by the norm-cause I refused to
conform-placed stakes beneath my palms-given a funeral
plus wasnt embalmed-
My crown of thorns-left my soul torn-
Still screamed FATHER FORGIVE THEM FOR THEY KNOW NOT
WHAT THEY DO-I suppose he didnt hear me or maybe he
got confused-
To conclude-my blood leaked-as my tears tainted were
painted even in death they seaped-still they secreate-
where do you think rain comes from?
It was from the dehydration that sercum from the sun-
I sacrificed my life- and made man born into
strife-was it worth-or just a curse- to be born on
this earth?
Showed them the power to heal and touch-but they cant
mend a broken heart with a simple clutch-the begin is
the end-satan wins- man will never be cleansed of his
sins-
From IBLIS to DJINN-the continuim-the pendegram in the
pendulim-that man seams to
Be standin in-the hypthesis-of blasphemy- from
aerostotle plato and saukretes-
The identical crusifixtion angle in side the
isoselease- and the benediction ofreligious
entities-this wasmny fault I failed may man forgive
me-please!