Who is it that sees us?
It's the 50 foot Jesus.
Hovering above us
he's coming to please us.
Delivering speeches
curing diseases
leaving us speechless
whenever he frees us.
From the cruel realities
and all the subtle causalities.
From the day to day
life that we call battling.
Leaving our brains sizzling
at the end of his tongue
while our body's baking under the sun.
Frying as we're trying
to break free from the heat.
When he finally eats us
it tastes like defeat.
Nobody saves us
because nobody see us.
We're in the shadow of the 50 foot Jesus
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