Human sacrifice had disappeared
Would God bring it back to strike with fear
The hearts of children washed in Jesus’ blood
His heart so sacred died, does that sound good?
Why stress the Cross, the crown of thorns, the fear
As if God is a sadist, cold yet nuclear
Who might wish to propagate this myth?
In Eden dwell to hear the snakes that hiss
Jesus, kind and brave, had no cruel wish
To feed a crowd he conjured loaves and fish
He walked on water, perhaps he loved to tease
No Caesar he, his stories were decrees.
And in the night, he wept but never cursed
God, at last, knew humans at their worst