11-15-2025, 12:30 AM
Barabbas
Free to live the deaths that you took,
you people voted for Hubert Humphrey, and you killed Jesus.
God was some alien made of moist clay.
And you died his death into the cavern of
thought.
He broke free into history,
you died a man:
Death to you was others' crosses to bear.
You wore your thorns like a Raven,
not a scarecrow,
and lived out, full of dates and talents,
where he marked Cain for Lazarus
and the rest.
Free to live the deaths that you took,
you people voted for Hubert Humphrey, and you killed Jesus.
God was some alien made of moist clay.
And you died his death into the cavern of
thought.
He broke free into history,
you died a man:
Death to you was others' crosses to bear.
You wore your thorns like a Raven,
not a scarecrow,
and lived out, full of dates and talents,
where he marked Cain for Lazarus
and the rest.