June 2011
I saw Jesus crossing the street at midnight,
I can’t tell if it was real.
I saw the rain crushing in the grey floor in lights,
And that was just unreal.
They see the rolling beds covered in blood and stare,
and they make the avenue just unfair.
Selfish and glaring, people are blind,
and that’s how it was for all the mankind.
So there he was, lying in the cold floor,
surrounded...
