Jesus was a wildman

Jesus was a wildman
Living in the woods
Wept for all the animals
And stayed there til age 42
After crucifixion
He stole off in the night
And remained in the wildlands for the rest of his days
Again becoming wild
He renounced all of his teachings
He had nothing left to preach
And when a child stumbled upon him
He himself seemed like a child
He said to the child we are one
If you stay here you can become me
Hidden away from the world found in a pure form
Preserved for eternity
In your purity
For all to witness
Desert and woods
And lonely and buried
And city and heresey
And shipwrecked and married
And celibate monks
Who took up his same cross
Just added his name
To their dossier
And changed all of history's written recorded
Jesus Christ wept of the sunrise's beauty
And nobody saw him, alone in the woods
Like he left, a child, remained, a child
Preserved, a child, unchanged, by world
And his message
Floated down the river of time
The eternal lifespring
Unbelievable finding
Nobody believes
What they see when they stumble
Upon it - you cannot even know you are looking
At anything or what you are looking at you will pass him
No matter the era - past future in rhyme
All of time
Unchaneð

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