Alliloúia! Emmanouíl
If we don't know who to fight,
then we shouldn't know what to write.
Since we won't be here to analyse the rapture.
Then, it'd be right to recount His departure.
A god-boy was born in Bethlehem,
his name popularized Jerusalem.
His greatness was painted on the lips of prophets.
The ⭐ was a wise-man to blow his trumpet.
Then he fasted for days, then he feasted with hays.
He walked on deep water, he lived through ugly fire.
Do you know frustration,
He survived tribulations.
He was thirsty for truth,
before the endless bruise.
His dignity was degraded to Barrabas,
He shared sides with stinking robbers.
The crown of thorn,
must be a caricature
of what was meant by *it is done.
Not even an Angel could seem so calm,
to be taken for a Lamb.
He never said what he won't,
he rose on the third,
like he said he would.
All road led to Galilee,
after the thunder the sun still shines cheerfully.
Law was led in a lustful ways.
He lived love, in his doings and all he says.
Hallelujah! Dear Emmanuel,
let the light shine on us! Dear Lord
