A Story of two lives, a Poem of one life

This is the story of two lives, a poem of one life.

The story of one man, a story of two men, this is two stories about one man

Or was he a god? A superhuman perhaps

Could he be the one that science theorized as two bodies in one?

Or was he the one that lived in two bodies?

Did anyone know who he really was?

He was either the strongest man that ever lived or the weakest man that could never fight

The best leader of his time or just one with the biggest crowd going in the same direction as he

He was either the most charming, silver-tongued gentleman with the words that could melt a rock,

Or was the most wickedly deceptive deceiver

He was either the most faithful Christian that would receive a crown on the last day and whose name would be in that book of life that believers endlessly talked about   

Or was the greatest hypocrite that ever appeared to believe.

He was many things yet juxtaposed to his ambitions he was nothing

A simple man yet when regarded through the lenses of his achievements was the most sophisticated, most successful.

He was a quiet man, a man of many words. A great listener yes, he was a great talker

A teller of infallible truths, he was the greatest liar that ever was

A proud man, peacocks had no chance, he was the meekest even lambs were humbled by his humility

Theories say he killed a pride of lions just to keep his own pride, he was the epitome of timidity, wouldn’t kill a fly even if it sucked all his blood

He was the oldest, men of age would seek his counsel, he would tell tales of days lost in the history he lived in, he was the youngest of them all with the mischief of youth churning in any of his brains

He is the one that survived to tell the tale, the one who died that the tale might be told

A hero in the people’s stories, he was the villain in his own story

He was either the greatest man that ever stood before men or

The wretched invalid that all men came to see, appearing to have an audience

This is the story of the one who none dared to talk about

The story that I dared to tell, the story that I have always told

It’s not Jesus that I speak of, you see, with a mask, you could appear to be anything

With a mask, Clark Kent becomes Superman, Diego de la Vega becomes Zorro, Bruce Wayne becomes Batman

The wolf appears like a sheep, the devil like a roaring lion seeking one he may devour 

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But beneath this mask was a poor man wanting to make sense out of faith

A man in deep doubt wanting to see the nail scarred hands just so he would believe

Beneath this mask was a man who also cried, in deep sorrow in need of a super-hero, a savior

A man in need of a father, a brother, a friend, a hand to hold, ears that would listen…

But who would know who he was beneath the mask?

Would he reveal his visage, his true identity and suffer the shame but gain all the he truly needed

Or would he just…

Put on back the mask and continue to live the lie he was used to..?