Read this my friends. He died for you.

Arms nailed down,
are you telling me something?
Eyes turned out,
are you looking for someone?

This is the one thing, the one thing that I know.

Blood-stained brow,
are you dying for nothing?
Flesh and blood,
is it so elemental?

This is the one thing, the one thing that I know.

Blood-stained brow,
He wasn't br0ken for nothing.
Arms nailed down,
He didn't die for nothing.

This is the one thing, the one thing that I know.

'Liquid' by Jars of Clay