Came from very far away
To convert beasts and people
One cannot say it was all for nothing
Because he took the earth by the hand
Dressed in sand and white
Some called him a saint
For others, he had fewer virtues
He called himself Jesus

I do not intend to sing of glory
Nor invoke grace or forgiveness
Of someone I think was just a man
Like God passed down in history
But love is always inhuman
Of someone who groans without rancor
Forgiving with his last voice
Those who kill him in the arms of a cross

And for those who hated him
In Gethsemane, he wept farewell
As for those who adored him as God
Who told him to always be praised
For those who brought him in the end
A tear or a crown of thorns
Accepting as an ultimate farewell
The prayer, the insult, and the spit

And he died as everyone dies
Like everyone, changing color
One cannot say it served much
Because evil was not removed from the earth

He perhaps had a few too many virtues
He had a face and a name, Jesus
They say he was the son of Mary
On the cross, he whitened like a lily

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