Massacred Talisman
3 Broken Titles
Mass Acred Talisman
The body of Jesus hangs over hearts
Grinning souls of demons, attacking starts
From parables spoken by this martyr
We learn trust and "say" we'd walk on water
But the faith is weak, we are lamen sheep
The same deceit that still remains discreet
Murder! Blashphemy! When does it all stop?
Some say it was deserved, that's not far off
But it was us who deserved the pain felt
Heaven has experienced my same Hell
It's a toss up, live or cut the boss up
The latter we use to put the cross up
Massacred Talisman
The man's amazing! Who stands with Satan?
Not people of Earth, just those who hate him
Flogged and chained, the life quickly weakening
Masses still fear this man who is bleeding
The striking blows with nine-tails in all spots
But the worst, unnoticed, in this small plot
Hands and feet pinned WITH OUR OWN transgression
Skin torn and ripped, and no learned lesson
Fate is in his heart, but our hearts hurt too
"Father, forgive them..." was our last heard truth
Ma's Sacred Talisman
Chosen and broken, a mother blessed
Tears on the face of a wretched peasant
Loving and kind, finding nothing is blind
It's funny to find one stunning to mind
So immaculate, it mattered to her
The embodiment that raptures the Earth
Abundant with great, but consumed by hate
The next part of life, he chooses her fate
To give his own self and die upon will
As images blackened, the blood was spilled
Saddened from the pain, her ducts wept for he
She whispered "Jesus died, in front of me"
