For the sake of his children

sitting      
on golden, diamond encrusted      
pedistal      
shouting in billboards    
of how the world      
owes the creditors book
(everyone has sinned against the man)    
     
acting as judge & jurors      
against the people    
who saved him
shone care    
or delivered love    
in that general direction      
     
publicly    
like a loud hailer at the heavens    
taking no responsibility      
showing no etiquette      
fighting those
steadfast  
at the battle side    
     
calling words of hate    
at his own spawn    
and that of his father's      
claiming security    
in being a helping hand    
     
behind closed doors      
counting money    
broken hearts    
and the souls, brought to tears;    
in abacus beads    
auditing the bank's vault    
     
both lonely and alone    
today  
coerces    
the enemies of the foes    
into lies    
deception    
and deceit      
     
breaking      
     
his own    
     
like a single strand      
of dry spaghetti      
     
we should crucify him;    
he is not    
Jesus      
     
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