His head drops gently upon simple rolled cloth  His meek conditions depress  Reflecting upon the days events  How much time he's lost    Healing the sick, Raising the dead, Being a savior  His words create belief    Through a vast wasteland to spread belief  "when will they understand?"  From city to city to spread God's word  A man can live only so long....    He sighs drifting off into sleep  So many to touch deeply,  In his mind he is right....chosen one!    !!!YOU FUCKING LIAR!!!  His dream foretells of his kingdom-die!  His picture on walls of bedrooms-almighty Christ!  He will be martyred in their eyes-he smiles!  People will die forever in-his name!    "Even if you did exist, you'll never know what happened to us, you died before it even began..."    But next he sees what will send him into sadness  Depressed, angered, insane....this young girl with a lust  for his blood and his cock, gazing sexually at him  He knows his point is lost on whores and on the rest  No need for him to live, maybe death would even help....