Jesus, bound, when questioned by Pilate, kept mum,
Who, impressed, said he'd release, as per custom
One prisoner. The crowd, edged on by the chief priests
Called for one Barabbas, not Christ, to be released.
Roman soldiers draped Christ in purple robe, hitting
Him, crowning Him with thorns, mocking: "Hail, King!", spitting.
He was crucified with a thief on either side;
The day darkened; reviled, mocked, with a loud cry He died.
The Temple's veil tore from the top! When all was done,
The centurion by Christ cried: "This was God's Son!"
A believer, Joseph, for the body appealed,
And placed it in a tomb hewn out of rock, stone-sealed.
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