Epicus

Stand firm my son, in the face of adversity.
They who slew you on the cross,
Knew no better, for they feared you.
For fear grips man, like the carnal pleasures
That grip animals, uncontrollable.

You blood stained the ground and from that stain,
Grew vibrant red roses, in remembrance,
Of those who knew no better.
Your identity will echo through the annals of time,
Your sacrifice will be remembered.

Stand firm my son, your day is coming.
Stand by my side again, and watch those you bled for,
Go about their daily lives, many have forgotten you,
And your message.
As they go about their lives.

Your teachings cut across the chains of time,
Unbinding a thousand minds from prisons of disbelief.
You were the greatest tool of mine, my son.
You shaped man to what he is today.
But they strive for a perfection that they can’t reach.

Stand firm my son, as they witness your coming.
I will write an Epic in thine heavens
For you are my only begotten son.
Stand firm my son, for my love encompasses all.