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Power. It's a fine thing.
It is what someone like me needs in a life like this.
Anger, justice. That is my job.
With my own scepter, I am in a way, King of this mountain.
Three today.
A good day.
A loud crowd is coming bearing the last one but I have other work to do.
I walk over to the first.
He is younger then myself, a thief.
I laugh. One who thought he couldn't get caught.
Fear ripples through his face, He knows his end is near.
The fear screams in his face, as he begs for mercy.
His body writhes in what little fight he has left.
I simply, signal, then while three hold him down,
I torture them and keep them alive.
And again I repeat it.
This one is also so young...
but this one is drawn to his fate,
lays still. But nothing can stop the anguish that echos after I am through.
Then they bring Him to me.
A mess. Blood pouring from his back,
Carrying his own death to me.
I laugh. The wood is thrown down,
and suddenly the broken being before me falls.
I lord over him, but then I turn and see the crowd.
All of them screaming his name, cheering me on, and suddenly a hush comes over the few in the front.
A woman screams “No!” while she is escorted up the hill.
Then I turn back and see why there was a slight lull.
The man has crawled upon his own post.
Ready for me to destroy him,
I don't understand. This man...
the blood, which I have seen a thousand times before.
I have never felt so wrong.
I look into his eyes.
Tears leave streams of white on his red face,
he nods and lays his head back.
He is the first...
I shake myself, unable to keep my hands from trembling. I feel like a foolish novice again.
I drive them. Once, twice three times.
The sound rings in my mind, echoes deeper, rocking my soul.
I feel too sick to turn away and just watch.
I hear the crunch of bones,
I hear the screams.
I don't understand why I am doing this.
I don't understand how I got here.
Who brought me to this world that I am now King over?
I make the final call.
I have done this for years, but tonight, I am sick of it.
What gave me the utmost pleasure before is now no longer there.
Finally my work is done.
I walk away. I must find out who he was.
I turn. He wails out in his own language.
I have gotten far enough away that
I can only understand two words.
“Forgive them!”
It echoes in my mind.
I run, and I ask who is that man.
“A false teacher, a liar! He claimed to be God!”
For that he came to me?
Only thieves and murderers come to me...
I run back, and somehow hours have past.
He is still there. I look at him.
He stares back at me. Then looks heavenward.
“it is finished.”
He says, and breaths his last.
Suddenly the earth shakes.
My world shatters.
My old friend stands beside me.
We both know the truth.
What have we done?
Oh, what have we done?
But He is dead now.
There is no doubt about that.
I don't go back to work.
I cannot.
I have killed an innocent man.
I have touched God.
I don't deserve to live.
I wallow in my pity for three days.
Then I finally realize that I must go on.
There is nothing I can do. The man is dead.
As I set outside, I almost get run over, by all things, a woman.
She is shouting about how “He is alive, He is risen”
There is hope.
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Katydid out.
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