in the morning you rose
knowing what waited for you in the garden
a not-so-faint allusion to the first one
after all, its the reason why you were here
you knew of the betrayal and the loss
friends denying and running in sync with your capture
alone you would be, to face the horrors before you
you knew of the suffering and of the death
accusing only you, the only one who is innocent
torturing and beating and nailing
yet you followed abba all the same
submitting, obedient, faithful
giving your life for the ungrateful
bearing on you the curse, the sin, and the shame
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