Take these purple rags and thorns
Form them into a cloak and crown
And then, put them on the one
Who wears them with sadness
For they will be the monarch
Of a different kingdom
They will be born in a manger
And will cure the blind and lame
Forgiving sins of the world
Then, crucified on a cross
Rising from the dead after three days
Then, ascend to the heavens on a white cloud
And are waiting for their majesty
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