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cold blood beading like sweat on his brow,
he fell to his knees pleading, “take my place,
God, if you have any power now—
quench the rabid bloodthirst of my race!
after I’m killed, they’ll only kill again,
but maybe with your death, the killing ends.”

the Lord supported troublemakers then,
so before he felt the press of Judas’ lips,
the tortured young man was possessed by God

but even God didn’t quite know the price
of facing the shadow of death as Christ:
a man suffers only once & goes free,
but gods, once dying, die eternally

so God cried, “Why have you forsaken me?”