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He was standing above the crowd. He was singing. It was his last song of swan and heaven were ready to freeze and to fall on the ground from silver cleanliness of his voice.
But the crowd called out for more.
But the crowd called out for show.
And they got it.
He was like Christ.
He was crucified like our savior and he was as causing a confession as him. Dont blame me to be a little crazy to compare sinner and saint. He was a sinner in their eyes and a real saint in mine because he was suffering as much as only a saint may do.
Yes, he was suffering as if Christ did it for all our sins.
Yes, he was suffering because of peoples cruelness and coldness, because of someones blindness and deafness.
He was ready to die for all their sins, for all sins of that crowd crying for him to be crucified.
They were crying Shirt off! as if some time past they were crying Crucify him!
They always wanted more. They still want more a show instead of man, a body instead of soul.
And he did it. And they got it. And they gone away and he stayed by his own dirty and torn apart.
Your blood is my blood. Your tears are my tears. Your pain is my pain.
Dont let him fall I will not. Dont let him sweep I will not. Dont let him be dirty I will not. Our hearts are broken but they are clean and no matter if someone want to make them dirty.
Stay so, my light angel of sorrow
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