Excellent Easterish, maybe Not one stone upon another by LIJ Red

How so like men to blame the lamb to hang him high and slash his throat to say that Jah will spare, not damn the ones who stone the poor scapegoat. Were priests the masters of the lie which words were from the great I am "The soul that sinneth it shall die." or "Hang and gut a pleading lamb." The smoke of Hell still filled the air when Titus strode into that room He shook his head, saw nothing there and marched back out of empty gloom. The Lord had gone, the Temple fell the veil once ripped had set us free from all the blood and burning smell for He now lives in you and me.

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