Dear Mr Jesus,
(Läs gärna med sydstatsaccent för den rätta känslan)
You died.
Then you came back.
Why did you decide to come back from eternal silence?
Dear Mr Jesus, I hope you don´t mind me calling you stupid.
Sometimes I´d kill for silence.
Maybe I am an aincent king of Jerusalem.
And you might played harmonica at the time.
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