I saw our lord sitting and crying,
I saw him down in both knees,
he was there in a pool of blood,
I cant believe our lord had fallen from his cross,
his hands cut open they were,
as his head just looked to the ground,
still saying the words which he was crucified,
“spare them father for they have sin…”,
he looked to the sky,
screamed and I saw the news
central america almost torn apart,
another light scream
chiapas had a couple thousands in mourning,
as he cries parts in mexico are been in floated,
he questions himself,
why this goes on,
why if he gave his blood,
we repay it with war,
why did he gave his life,
as we laugh and kill,
thorns in his head as he so proud has his crown,
deep cuts in his body,
I could not stand it so I shed a tear
I saw him just a smirk,
as I built the courage and tap his shoulder,
I told him this, lord we kill to survive,
we sin to keep going in life,
cause if we dont do this
the devil will take us from this earth
when are time is not right,
we are simply lost souls,
I told him this with fading words,
let me help you get up,
but to my surprise I never did ever woke up.