Beaten with many stripes, body soared and pained. Non heard my plight, was mocked, was disdained. The thorns; my crown, ate into my flesh. My blood gashing down; soul, extremely distressed. I ignored their questions; i answered them not. They took my possessions; they did cast lots. Villified, but still determine; to finish my goal. Un-imaginable, my sufferings, was taking its tole! I bore sins, convictions, with two have noughts; thieves. What a great contradiction; against things i taught. Hanging from a cross, i, left to die. Soldiers, without remorse, being silent, i cried. My god my god, i call out; i thirsted. My friends scattered abroad, i, bore the curse. Forgive them my father, i pleaded, looking above. This was his answer: son, this is love!