how long must i put i with you?

jesus answered his own question...

until the rooster sings and the sweat stings and the mallet rings

and a hillside of demons smirk at a dying god.

how long? long enough for every sin to so soak my sinless soul

that heaven will turn in horror

until my swollen lips pronounce the final transaction: "it is finished."

how long? until it kills me.