Architect of a Man of Peace...

Head lifted high toward Heaven - prayed... he begged ‘relief’ – “Find way”

“Be loosed my chains this cup contains” his Father’s will would stay

His sacrifice so great most souls not willing to accept

Was ‘braved so grand’ toward God’s work planned... he acquiesced - then wept

King watched the few defend him true... yet ‘most’ fled for their part

As soldiers came to take him ‘way which ripped his soul - at heart

The pack of wolves surrounding him ‘alone’ to stealth great ill

Held craven, ‘blind-dark-bloodlusts’… poised to draw his blood - they’d spill

By dark ‘mid night through eve’s twilight... they seized him - chained and bound

Mercs dragged him ‘fore court magistrate - vast ‘dens of thieves’ abound

They’d sought ‘excuse’ with false accuse to ‘twist’ his truth - in kind

Try as they did... false witness give... no wrong ‘gainst him they’d bind

Frustrations reached their ‘limit’s peak’...; their ‘council’ - none advanced

Chief Pharisee and Sadducees scowled measurably entranced

Thus, as foul prate forged sayings ‘false’… yet could to none degree

Chief priests pled cause fore Magnus Prime... “Great Pontius… do ‘not’ free”

 King brutalized and tortured fierce... no food nor drink gave they

Guards rendered him ‘state enemy’ - chained hand to foot as prey

Rome ‘chose’ to forge example of… send forth their ‘strong decree’

Should ‘any’ man ‘think’ to offend - they’d loose ‘great agony’

Gross thrashings sore King suffered should have sent him to his grave

Spiked flagrums ripped his blood-soaked back - through weathered skin it clave

He should have screamed one hundred times… collapsed ‘mid brutal blows

Rome’s soldiers wailed with all their might ‘til fainting from fierce throws

Beat bloodied raw to disrepair... he spewed vitality

With ‘blood-soaked back’ guards draped King’s robe... one ‘made’ - his majesty

King ‘mocked to scorn’ and sore reviled... disgraced by pompous fools

Was brought to naught ‘mid their ‘cruel charge’ - dismissed by ‘dutied ghouls’  

A crown of thorns on him they’d forced - spiked wreath pressed ‘gainst his head

He should have wailed yet did not shout; his blood eased out instead

Plague left him rot to languish gloom; forlorn drained ‘spirit core’

Yet ‘unkind word’ not uttered – heard… world ‘breach an oath’ he’d swore

At 'last' armed ghouls stripped King's ‘stained robe’ to ‘sport’ his nakedness

Rome forged great shame… ‘intent’ remain… long past his ‘life’s - laid rest’

They kicked him ‘round and tossed him ‘bout, yet cursed he none his foes

While dying from great deadly thirst... no mercy… ‘still’ - they chose

Shrilled massive pain King suffered… Rome’s ghouls crucified this Man…

As they held him down, bound both wrists, then drove spikes deep - each hand

His feet were bound together... a ‘long stake’ then driven through

King watched as Mary’s tears like rain held captive torment’s rue’

Chief Sadducees and Pharisees stood ever-watchful by…

Just to glimpse ‘great grief’ - his suffering… King’s form would ‘frame’ the sky

‘Pined bated-breath’… priests ‘long’ would wait… to ‘hear’ last words confessed

“Renounce your soul ye ‘Son of God’… death looms thy ways transgressed”

 Expectations set their ‘morbid tone’… ‘grand order’ gleaned the day

By what damage done - King’s rebel hands… soon death would ‘wipe’ away

With his life… now ‘Jewish order’… once again be ‘fast’ restored

Gifting priests their grand ‘mal-practice’ - clearing way their ‘vast’ reward

“Trouble was this ‘great pretender’… trouble was the way - his life

Great concern… his ‘caring nature’ – great his works engendered strife

We’ve no place a ‘prophet’s message’… teaching all - “Believe in me”

Making us - ‘them… less-dependent’… skewing thus… ‘our’ funding-spree”

Woe… a ‘righteous’ Jew must need be slain to stay ‘some’ status-quo

Far it better - be that ‘this’ man die… than bide ‘rule-overthrow’

Have ‘we’ place to judge ‘their’ purpose… judge ‘we’ them the ‘non-contrite’

Chief ‘their’ councils forge decisions – absent ‘view’ their scandaled-plight

Greater was the ‘call for order’… than ‘true justice’ for this man

By the ‘seeds’ of King’s disruption multitudes were healed – God’s plan

By the power of his ‘message’ many sought his ‘way of life’

Casting doubt… ‘religious-doctrine – causing mass ‘religious-strife’

Great the anguish… ‘fierce’ King suffered… as his ‘friends’ just watched him die

Sad… no one raised hand to ease his pain - mass crowds meandered by

Is it ‘true’ great throngs once ‘pressed’ him... yet none ‘chose’ defend their ‘kin

Sad those crowds… with ‘no’ agenda… ‘central-care’ was their ‘own’ skin

King did render 'no' disservice for his punishment endured

Yet to those for whom he’d sacrifice… ‘stood watch’ - his world immured

And yet… through it all he doled great peace… forgave them - everyone

The great gift… all men unworthy of... is God’s ‘Crown Jewel’ - His Son

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