The Grand Hoopla.
Your influence spread to the masses and thru down, stomped-on and surpassed, all the other gods that were- (how absurd)
And in your ranting's, babblings and carrying-on's, you incoherently proclaimed yourself, the, "Chosen One,"-
But as you hung upon the cross, that you cherished, (like a marriage), and felt your body suffer, blood-loss, I believe that your eyes, they did see-
When you were heard to cry-out, "Eli, Eli, Lama, Sabachthani,"-
That is, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me,"-
And want you even laugh with us-
After all, you're the cause of this, comedy-
And doesn't even a comedienne at least sometimes, laugh at his
Your improv was funny-
And in your schizophrenic and paranoid mind, you pronounced yourself the, "Savior," of all mankind-
And to those who were blind, you lied and for that, was chastised and crucified-
I've chosen a brighter light-
One not paved with gold, but with the fires of, "The Burning Times,"
In patience, a cause survives, and thru persecution, beliefs thrive-
So, "Blessed Be," to that which higher-