Two thousand years waiting for the king:
A plastic Christ on a plastic cross.
A million church pews on Sunday, a million offerings for the king,
a million false prophecies, and millions
waiting for the king.
Two thousand years waiting for the king, and nothing... nothing...
Two thousand years sitting idly by, and what next?

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