Feel the whip as it comes down, ripping flesh with each snapping sound. Blood running down your spine. Taking the afflictions that are mine.
Feel the piercing thorns that prick into your skull. Taddered and torn. With your cross you fall. No one to help you, no one to care. When they called you,you were always there.
You healed the sick, raised the dead. Hanging on a cross of wood you bled. You went to hell to get the key's. All rejoice, from sin you are freed. On the third day you rose. Spread the word so everyone knows.
Now with his death and resurection. Sin is defeated. Love is perfected. The devil down yet not out. He will return, gather his own with a shout. The rightous will see him on that day the dead will rise, Together going away.
So much for the Easter bunny. Life and death don't seem so funny. So tonight when you begin to pray. Realize God doesn't work this way. It's all about money. Someone shoot the Easter bunny.
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