These people of the street... filthy, blind… they will always have to follow the passions of a man to fulfill their frailness… this man stands before us… before me… and proclaims himself God… he has not even, for the sake of argument, any birthright… no wealth, no power… King of Man we shall see… he will die and this menace to order shall be forgotten by my nest feast… he shall have a crown… he will have his seat of power and all his sheep shall look up to him and praise his words… by the night, it shall end… no more will there be a King of the Jews… look there how they beat him… he shows no anger or fear… a good sign… he shows the respect to the government as he should… he has no power… these streets should be cleared… there are too many people… this is not safe for me… will there be an uprising?… I will not be disturbed by this carnival… this man, haw can he take such a beating… perhaps they suffer him too much… I, have not beat my own slaves in this manner… all will end soon… he wears his crown now… yet his eyes cannot focus upon his people… have this torture end… make this pass… I will be held from sleep tonight with the vision of this event in my mind… I desperately want him to leave my sight… hurry with your cross, your last possession… why am I pulled to watch this man… I am safe in my window… but I desire to go closer… my mind… I must shake these thoughts from my mind… why must it matter to me… I have far greater tasks to perform… please leave from my field of vision… hurry… be gone… I can not see him because of the people… can they not see that this folly is over… why do they continue to believe… he is beyond my sight now… I can forget this event and resume my rest… when will these peasants learn… when will they stop the belief in this Man of Men… I do want this to approach my mind again… my food awaits me… he will be forgotten by all. I will erase this event from my memory… these people will also… I deserve to sup while the meal is hot…
Shannon R Killman
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