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Thirty was the year
The boy became the man
He was a people pleaser
He was a prostitute living
For other people's pleasure
Then he hit rock bottom
And saw that none of the people
He was killing himself to please
Reached down to sweep
The dirt from his trousers
Reached down to blot
The tears from his eyes
Reached down to wipe
The blood from his lips
Reached down to push aside
The 9 mm jammed in his mouth
None of the people
He was killing himself to please
Reached down to ask
His side of the story
But instead slit his throat
As you would a sacrificial lamb
To show loyalty to a queen
It was nearest to hell
Where the boy found God
Not looking down
From his clouded throne
But kneeling in the foxhole
Like a medic tending
The wounds of the damned
It was nearest to hell
Where the boy read the words:
He was oppressed and afflicted
Yet he did not open his mouth;
He was led like a lamb to the slaughter
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent
So he did not open his mouth
It was nearest to hell
Where the boy fell silent
Obeying God's instruction
And amid his muteness
His father taught him that faith
Is not about control
But submission
And for the first time
In the boy's life
He submitted
He submitted
It was nearest to hell
Where the boy saw he was not alone
His earthly father climbed down
The walls of the pit
His brothers climbed down
The walls of the pit
His comrades climbed down
The walls of the pit
Strangers
Once existing in silence