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:
traumatically realise -
one was – ‘Son of God’.