The Servant

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Amidst the crowd gathered
I was the first to take the bowl of poison offered
and drink,
Afterwards you gave me golden serpent arm bands,
I knew they marked your slaves and took them gladly,
For thus was I able to see and cast out the demons
hidden among the people.

Then I saw myself hung on the cross,
it seemed like years,
 In tears I was taken down, each nail I felt withdrawn.
 
Laying helpless in your arms
I die that I may live
Only for you.

 
 

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