My Friend Jesus

My mind is of paranoia
Songbird unknowingly sings of joy that morn
A diabolical biblical methodical moment in time
A tune is not melodic but rings a death knell
A huge cross to bear
Ring thy bell of the reaper now
And at this historic moment
The birds no longer sing of joyous freedom
Clouds darkened the shadows even more
And the cross bears scars through thy palms
Of a reputed gentleman and saviour
Did Jesus get it wrong this once?
And for all the good you supposedly done
They murdered you my friend