Blasphemer / Neocaesar
Soldiers take his garments and make four parts They take his tunic as well and cast lots for his clothes He stands naked, robbed of his rags Denuded of dignity No longer anything Reduced to nothing Exposed to shame! Jesus is stripped of his garments Splendor deprived Would you name yourself a king? Forsaken by the father who sent him like a sheep among the wolves Under the purple robe of mockery his mortal flesh is shivering As the thorns scratch his forehead, and he's blinded by tears and blood A constant tremor shakes the reed he's holding in his hand Like the scepter of a deposed king Raised in triumph by his subjects with nails through hands and feet Forsaken by the father who sent him like a sheep among the wolves Under the purple robe of mockery his mortal flesh is shivering Defeated monarch without a land His reign is over dead and fools Enthroned on the cross where his glory gets nailed Flanked by thieves
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
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