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Jesus Is Judged By Pilate

Poor Bishop Hooper

Husband come and hear my plea
I’ve seen this man you keep
He visits me between the walls of my dreams
He comes upon the whitest righteous wings

I see the crowd turn and move as one
They’re fools to follow themselves
They’re fools in what they want
His bloods upon their hands
And on their children’s fate
It wasn’t made to bathe their greed
Still it was made for this very claim

Do not break do not lose
To the roaring round
What they beg of you
What their voices howl
It’s an evil born from their bones
That they don’t know

I heard you ask what you already know
Where is He from where will he go
It was He who said His kingdom’s not of here
And a throne i cannot see
Is a throne that i must fear

Do not break do not lose
To the roaring round
What they beg of you
What their voices howl
It’s an evil born from their bones
That they don’t know

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