Most crucified die in great agony:
this one did, too, but did not cry, or wail,
or plead for mercy, or beg for compassion,
or hope for new good fortune to prevail.
This one died with a royal dignity---
despite the sour and seething perfidy
of priestly plotting that successfully
consigned him to death on a Roman cross.
Through no fault of his own, caught in their strife,
he met this dread, irrevocable loss
of what a man holds most pecious---his life,
relinquishing it in a noble fashion,
better than any ever seen by Rome;
and far more moving than the saddest poem.
J-Called
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