consider his duties, what they might have
been.
To drive the prisoners to their vile
execution,
whip up anger against them, until it’s
obscene.
Prevent any rescue, or forfeit your own
life;
rubbish all hints of the prisoners’ good,
defile them, destroy any dignity left them;
stir up the crowd, make them lust after
blood.
Ensure crucifixions, without mercy and
deadly;
let your men revel in the shedding of blood:
make sure that death is the end of the
scumbags:
then -
traumatically realise -
one was – ‘Son of God’.
