A thief released at

The crowds ruthless roar,

Stripped and scourged

And still the veil tore.


A woman’s love

Cleansed his face.

The Savior fell and

A world filled in grace.


Naked and crowned

Mocked and anguished,

Fufillment cried out

It is Finished.


Blood-water spilt onto

Souls of filth

Mingled, mixed and moved.

Souls Cleansed all of guilt.


For a prophet foretold,

“Many will Rise

And many Will Fall.”

It will be done.

To rise life must die.





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