Jesus Christ was a lonely man.

He would sit staring at his cock in his hand.

Dreaming of the world in his master plan.

Verily would we meet his every demand.


And he would fight with all his might

to spite the rivers of masses.

And he would see what there was to be

through his magic clairvoyant glasses.


And he would take for any which sake

what he wanted without barter.

To cull weak, silencing of which they speak

leaving only the stronger and smarter.