I am dead, to be sure,
For thwarting Christ’s pleasure,
Jesus Christ called Saviour.
I was a small fig-tree.
Unjust it seems to me
That I should withered be.
If justice sits with God,
Christ is cruel Herod
And I by magic dead.
If there is no justice
Where great Jehovah is,
I will the devil kiss.
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