The Final Walk

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The final walk He was whipped till his back bled then a thorned crown was placed upon his head. Made to carry the cross to the top of the hill as he was spat and laughed at by many around. and as they joked about his crown. Out of the crowd, his followers came as one picked up the cross when he fell to the ground and one wiped his face At the top of the hill, all who were to be crucified were bound to the cross yet he was chosen to be nailed hands and feet as his mother began to weep. His final walk he took that day was to wash the sins of the world away.

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