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Christ, Crucified

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Sometime after darkness had fallen,
the sixth hour.

A cry, heard about the Holy land.
In the silent air it was heard, a groan
piercing the bitter night.

Pulled from an invisible wire fastened to the enclaves of a heart, the chest was pulled up, out,
the ninth hour.

Eli, Eli

why hast thou forsaken me?

His eyes were closed, and he yielded to the spirit



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