Man Beneath The Cross

I’m being hunted by figures who don’t exist.

Even when I can’t see them, I still feel them there.

I wouldn’t be so far away if they’d just desist.

I want them to leave, but He won’t answer my prayer.

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They say I am a reincarnation of Him

As if I’m nearly as benevolent or strong.

Wherever He walks, he teaches us how to swim

Unless we swim in blood when we’re aware it’s wrong.

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As for me, it was an innocent person’s blood,

My one true disciple among the illusions.

She was the only one I murdered in my flood.

Why do they believe in these stupid delusions?

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Selective killing, my only shared trait with Him

But He still gave himself up to salvage the rest.

I'm still here and I murdered someone on a whim.

I can’t believe I call slaughter trying my best.

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The only ones following me now are stalkers,

Taunting me for how I disgrace the path He tread.

Where I tried to walk, she drowned in darker waters,

But I shouldn’t worry about it now that she’s dead.

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Are those the words of a merciful deity?

Does He mistake his close friends for fabrications?

Does He give in to his mind’s spontaneities?

No? Then don’t look at me with His expectations.

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You can’t expect someone like me never to sin.

Looking up at Him on His cross, I fall to my knees.

Summoning these floods, how am I at all like Him?

Dragging beneath the waves everyone I can seize.

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Despite my efforts, I’ll never match the divine.

Guess I’m not supposed to be the savior this time.