At last, Old, weak and defenceless
On the tree hung dear Chilo
Whose trade was with words
Wit, his Greek weapon.
Since birth, a vile soul within a wretched being
Forsaken, hungry and ugly
Cunning had sought life.
Vengeful had sought glory.
Venomous worm, made his way
Through the blood of the Martyred
Christians preyed upon by Caesar’s Beasts
Betrayed innocent blood to claim his destiny.
A destiny of comfort, honor and glory
Beside the Caesar, depraved Augustinains alongside
Orgy unending, void of Love and Truth
In the shadow of the Cross
The smoke lifted… joyless and wretched
Beheld he the scary Cross… forgiving him.
Love and sorrow mingled flowed…
Thus was chosen the wise, wretched Greek.
Conquered by love to hang upon the tree. Tongue-less
To proclaim to the Augustinains, the Christian Truth.
Caesar or Christ? Comfort or Cross? Glory or Love?
Chilo chose Christ! Chilo chose Cross! Chilo chose Love!
Terrified Augustinians tongue-tied, blinded by Truth
The Christian Truth the Greek had finally divined…
The loving King had destroyed Death! Death is dead!
And so Christian Love is stronger than Death!