Terminal Christ

Me:
Take this bitter wine away,
My lord. thy love is gall to me
Thy hand crushes my soul and makes me be
The man i must betray

Soon i will die
That's all consummate
My heart now is blind
So let be my fate

Afraid

All i see is fear and loss.
My lord, my soul is sad
Till death
Why should i know how
To choose my own path.
My lord? each way leads
To the cross…

Soon i will die
Shall i remain?
To save all mankind
Would i die again?

Afraid. i'm so afraid

Crucify me. sacrifice me.