The Writer's Cramp Contest entry
A sacred christian mystery,
Written in ancient history,
In not so anonymous letters,
Death, the Godly wage for debtors.
Payments of martyred blood must spill,
A sacrificial lamb we'd kill.
'Til given us One Soul so pure,
His blood would be creations cure.
When Mary, bringing sweet perfume,
Found inside an empty tomb,
Where the Savior had been laid,
Our debts could now be fully paid.
The world remains wholly depraved,
From wrath deserved we can be saved,
Except His pardon of your crime,
For He'll return at any time.
Then will killers, fools, and thieves,
Fade away like falling leaves.
Then like trash the devil will burn.
But no one knows the Lord's return.