The priests cried, “Prophesy!”
After Jesus confessed his plan.
“Who gave this man the right
To sit at God’s right hand?”

The crowd cried, “Crucify!”
After Pilate met the King of Jews.
“What has this man done
To deserve such abuse?”


Turn Down For Whom?

Our thoughts conform to the limits of language,
Yet still your words formed a mighty Sword of Anguish
To pierce my soul, to tear it apart at the seams.
Weezer was right: Only in dreams.