Green palm fronds lead
Brown mule on through
Cheers of man with
Knees bent down.
Whipped and flayed, cold
Steel digs deep, no
Word or curse, just
Bares the pain.
Red stained hands nail
Flesh of God to
Brown wood cross for
Sins of man.
Christ lies dead in
Tomb of shame while
Pained mum wept and
Friends just hide
But He lives, white
Robes swept clean; why
Did He die? For
You my friend.
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