Jesus Christ died on the cross for you. Bore your sins on that tree. He's the real boss. Who else would do that for you? But you won't even live for the king. He took so much pain for you. He was beaten with many stripes. And you're running around living a reckless life filled with madness, mayhem and strife. For your sins, you should be serving life. So that is just a small excerpt from my poem, jesus Christ the Real Superstar