They killed a Child to please the Gods In earth’s young penitence, And I have bled in that Babe’s stead Because of innocence. I bear the sins of sinful men That have no sin of my own, They drive me forth to Heaven’s wrath Unpastured and alone. I am the meat of sacrifice, The ransom of man’s guilt, For they give my life to the altar-knife Wherever shrine is built.
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