• to many tears... to many broken hearts... and to many sins... in a time of need... a cape and a thorn crown throne on his back and head, with a lound deepening croul voice as a lafter aproches the air of the cries "behold the son of god."

    through to the ground, with a loud thud, and as the tears streeming from eye to eye, fall from his face and roll on the dirt and sand of the earth then, with slaps and cracks of a whip coming from a black glove worn on the hand of a dark, creeping soul,he was there he is here caring a tree on his sholder.

    "why father? why have you chosen me? why?" said he with a shakey raspy voice, choking on each tear hard to speak, with pain and fear. "what did i do to diserve this?" he wispered into the ground. children and parents and loved ones sobbing and sweating with fear, stand on the side as they are all witnesses of the croul sacrifice.

    "Jesus!" Peter cried "i am sorry, i am sorry" as his voice get quieter as he repeats himself of thouse three painfull words.

    laid on the tree, the the dark soul walks over to the man and the tree (Jesus) with rail raod nails in his hand. SLAM!... SLAM!... SLAM!... a gasp and tear of each witness comes after each slam of the nail pressed through his hand and feet.

    Jesus rises 3 day later... Juses lives