...Miesjell...

All people stare at a Mans suffering 
Even the soldiers now hold their breath 
The earth shakes proclaiming this Man is King 
Her grounds tear apart to make them regret 

The veils float on wind when separated 
God’s Temple still echo’s lacerating sighs 
Sneering inscription’s adorn the Lambs death 
The Mans solitude reflects in His eyes 

Sour wine spills out of its broken pitcher 
Coloring the grass dark red as His blood 
The weight of the world He has to endure 

He lifts up His head in longing for God 
Earth cries into darkness hides from the sun 
His last breath proclaims ‘Father, it is done’