As triolets don't interest me let me write on Jesus, it being Easter.
Some say he didn't exist
Some say he was just a man
Some say his grave is found in Kashmir
Some say, in Jerusalem
To the Jews he was the false Messiah/the false Christ
To the Christians he is Lord
To the Muslims he is a prophet
To the Hindus one more God
Some say he was in India
Where he learned to walk on water
From the art of hatha yoga
And how to resurrect the dead
Some say he was in England
Some say that he was gay
Some say he was a woman
Some say that he took 'shrooms
But the Jesus that I met and know
Is none of all these things
He is both much simpler and deeper
And not deciphered by false runes
Some say he is resurrected
And ascended to the skies,
Will come back to judge the quick and the dead
With his saints and rapture his Bride
Then there will come the final reign
Of His, and peace on earth
and in heaven, both made new
With every tear wiped
And that's who I believe he is
As that's what gives me hope
To strive down here, below, now
To make things better for this world.
Inspired by Larry Norman for the form.
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