He was crippled
But paid no attention to the pain
All of the townspeople
Believed he was insane

They ripped his flesh
As he was held tight with ropes
But he stayed strong
Not giving up hope

He was fiercely whipped
As they positioned the nails
They all stood around
Hearing the cries and wails

He prayed for them
For they had sinned
His head slowly bowed
Blood flew with the wind
 
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