| Centurion ponders thoughts of
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| How much can a man take before
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| Vitals fading blood is draining
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| Soul leaves body for eternity — eternity…
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| Victims life must remain, canvas of living gore he’ll become
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| Haemorrage, larcerations start, soon his body will be torn apart
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| Blood gushes forth from his back, arteries, ligaments, veins hacked out
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| Muscle tissue, tendons now exposed, a mangled mess never to decompose
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| Flesh is hanging, red and dripping
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| On splattered praetorium floor
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| Capillaries spurting fresh blood
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| Lashes flying unrelenting…
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| Butchered mutilation
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| Butchered mutilation
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| Butchered mutilation
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| Butchered mutilation
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| A strong stomach is required for this toture
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| Repulsive sight you must behold no longer human
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| Standing naked, humiliated, mutilated
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| Death forbidden til final act, crucifixion
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| Trapezius clearly showing through a mangled mess of tissue
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| Latisimus dorsi bleeding infraspinatis veins ripped out
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| Butchered mutilation — flesh is hanging red and dripping
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| Butchered mutilation — lashes still fly unrelenting
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| Narration:
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| No posterior support remains, all muscle of the back gone
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| Scapula, ribs and spine are left to protect vital organs
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| Resembling a dissection, from a medical laboratory
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| Lungs, digestive system visible, anotomical destruction
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| Butchered mutilation
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| Capillaries spurting fresh blood
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| Butchered mutilation
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| On splattered praetorium floor
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| This carnarge could not have happened
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| However it really took place
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| 2000 years ago is when
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| God descended to become a
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| Butchered mutilation
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| Hanging on a gore splattered cross
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| Butchered mutilation
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| Salvation, justification |