The pitch black taking over
The light disappearing as he suffers
Each sharp crackle of the whip,
Making him want to scream
Blood flowing like a river from his body
The nails piercing his hands and feet
The cloudy gray sky, taking over the sunny day
Screams Cries coming from those around
Why did he suffer like this..
For us who seem so worthless
Worthless Compared to him
Worthless compared to his kind soul
But to him we meant something
We meant love
He suffered for us
So we could live and be forgiven
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