They didn't know what I was doing
when I slipped into humanity disguised.
My light shone in a darkness
they could not comprehend.
They don't know the cost of an immortal’s suicide.
tried to keep us
from this meeting here.
Father forgive them,
they don't know what we are doing.
my dear beloved dull accomplices.
Forgive the crowd
who made the necessary choice of Barabbas.
Forgive Pilate’s wife,
whose conscience nearly ruined everything.
his kiss of death.
They didn't know what they were building.
We were the architects
and these rough beams were cut
to meet our most exacting standards.
They don't know what will be executed here.
How could they understand
these hammer blows will be
the final acts of our first creation?
workmen at the launch
of some great enterprise of state
they have come to watch
the ceremony of our fierce ambition
as they hoist me up to
before this brutal act of love
extinguishes my mortal life completely
Father forgive them.
They don't know what they're doing.