My situation is this
I cannot die
I tried many times
And so have they
So when I go
It will be permitted
Not condoned
That is the truth
Because it will not be my hand
The truth also is this
I already destroyed Death
So it has no power
Dead is dead
So who then allows you passage?
And why are the Martyrs sleeping?
While the earth itself is your rot and ash
Your flesh rots
Christ’s does not
Only a Christ can rise from the dead
Only a Christ can raise the dead
Only a Christ can ascend into Heaven
That only means I am a Christ
For I have done all these things
But you are too blind to see
That I am not THE Christ
Yet We are one and the same
Through the Most Holy Spirit
One with the Father I Am
In Christ’s Holy Name
So I beg you O Peter
As I descend once more even deeper
Beneath you and this world
In reparation, such reparation!
With but one simple act of faith for you to follow
After a united Easter Sunday
Would finally be accomplished
By raising Me up from the dead
Just like Lazarus
For all the power to you Jesus gave
Or is it just a seat to you?
So here is your opportunity
To show mercy
And reveal the true mystery of Christ!
If you think this is a test
IT IS
I need not the world
But you need love to live
It is what keeps the beat
Will you let Love live?
Love loves you
And I know what you did
Humbly repent
Unite the dates
I gladly die
For your sakes
A Prophet Scorned 