A Case of Mistaken Identity

You have spoken blasphemy
You who claim to be the answer to
my prayers, my father's prayers.
His father's prayers. All the way
back to the first man, when the terror
of death was unleashed upon us.

You are one man with a few
followers, who wears no sword;
how could you care about my
people's oppression, how could
you gather Israel, you who walk with
weakness and have no home?

I will come to kiss you in
the garden, to do you a service:
put you out of the misery of
these lies, or force you to make
the stand you speak of, to set
us free. I don't care

what they say, I would have
recognized you, you would have
come on a white horse. As it
is, you weep your nights alone,
you speak in riddles, you heal
a young girl so she can live

another 60 years under Rome.