Favor the thief over the innocent man.
Make an example of their Messiah.
39 lashes for the King of the Jews,
Flay his flesh 'till it falls from his back,
Dragging on the floor as you flog him.
Beat his face into unrecognition.
Make him an unrecognizable, bloody mess.

Oh holy terror, my King in shambles,
Collective chunks of mangled flesh,
Scrambling to hold Himself together.
My King, my Lord, why did You end up dead?

Bestow upon Him the Guilty Crown.
May those thorns impale His skull.
Oh foolish Jews, here is your King.

Howl in agony, oh King of Jews.
Carry your cross and climb the hill on which You shall die upon.
Hold onto your flesh, it'll fall from your body.
If you struggle, you shall be stabbed and the spear twisted.

Hammer the nail through His heel,
Hammer the nails through His arms,
Now raise the Messiah up on His cross.

Behold your king, naked and shameful.
Die in agony, rest in peace.

Oh Lord, may we not forget the reason why You were slaughtered.
That Your death was not in vain,
That Your death would give us freedom.

Oh God, many do not know the significance of Your Son's death.
I pray that when they hear this and they understand it,
That they will not forget He died for a reason.
That the wages of sin is death,
That only Jesus could have paid that price.

My old self is set ablaze
And from the ashes, a new me is born.

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