A long night it was
Curses, Spittles, Blows and Kicks
A long night it was.
The dawn finally came
With it brought
A new hope.
Hope really?
Wishful thinking maybe?
The sun as ever,
Glimmered with conviction.
Does it know how it will end?
Does it?
People trudge in to see.
An abomination committed.
It's price, death.
Curious faces point out.
Feelings displayed.
Pity, discord, pain, scorn.
The Father had been asked to take all this away.
But this was to be the culmination of all.
He can be pictured saying
"Surely just a few more hours. Just hold on."
The prophesies coming true.
Of his state.
Surely no man can look like that.
But it's the price.
The wages of sin ...
The price has to be paid.
In full.
Not a penny more...
The trial is over quickly.
The power is with the people under bondage. Democracy at its best in a land of slaves.
The Puppet gives him away
To the butchers.
To the vultures
To make a feast.
For the sake of the nation,
The man has to die.
Thus they say.
A death like none before.
A criminal's...