Theology II

Why should his actions overshadow me?
Oh, Adam! Is it true? I say it is
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be
When choice and execution both were his
His verdict is now written o’er my own
Of it I’ll never, no way ‘gain be rid
Now his condition in my chest has grown
I look and sound and act just like he did
And now, his nature mine, I find that I
Don’t want to—more so, I no longer can—
Be me, not him, nor would I want to try
Behold! An equal shock, a second man!
Why should his actions overshadow me?
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be

Why should his actions overshadow me?
Oh, Adam! Is it true? I say it is
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be
When choice and execution both were his
His verdict is now written o’er my own
Of it I’ll never, no way ‘gain be rid
Now his condition in my chest has grown
I look and sound and act just like he did
And now, his nature mine, I find that I
Don’t want to—more so, I no longer can—
Be me, not him, nor would I want to try
Behold! An equal shock, a second man!
Why should his actions overshadow me?
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be