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And in His last moments
He walked into the cave
begging
crying to His Father
so desperate, He was litterally, sweating. blood.
If there is Any other way.
For He was letting His own Son
His Only Son
Watched Him be torn apart
By the evil of the world
His Flesh, Shredded until there was only blood in sight
An innocent, with out fault, pure man
He carried it
on His back
Two rugged boards
They shoved, hammered
those...nails
into the palms of His hands and feet
and a sign
only to mock Him
along with all their foul words
then they just shoved the thorns
embedded them into His head
they just left Him
to hang there
only by His
hands and feet
they just stood there and Laughed
they just laughed
but His love
His love
His last words
Father, please FORGIVE them
for they do not know what they are doing
oh God, His love

but then after
three days...
He comes back to life.





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