transl. by Friar Niccolo from the Aramaic
parchments, unknown origin
In Christian bookshops bibles gather dust
On far end bookshelves, neither browsed nor bought;
The walks with Jesus hustle suave onslaught,
Bestselling self promotions, market sussed.
Our crux being crucifixions were a must
Of gospel gossip, morbid thorns for thought,
Such commonplaces chances caught,
The Appian sixteen thousand added thrust.
If Josephus appends a giant lard arse
Who peels off his cross nails in pouring rain,
His wrists and ankles greased against the grain,
Who bounces back to Bethlehem, makes sparse.
That carpenter once nailed his fingernail,
Cussed Roman Venus, as he could impale.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 nail
o $10,000,000 claw
o $10,000,000 horn
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