Saviour spoke

Those incarcerated,

Under siege

Locked in and

Excommunicated

Those who need watching

Who don’t know how to live

Shall be bestowed,

With a magical hug

To cure them of

Their thoughts, aspirations

Emotions and premonitions

But

Messiah crucified,

The sorcerer believes

He can convince you

Of the fakery

But alas

When was the magic real,

And who will raise the dead?