Well, it feels worse than the war in Egypt.
It’s eerie: the darkened sky, and this man
hung here – he’s not acting like you’d expect:
He forgave me! Does he want sympathy?
Maybe he’s speaking like a king? Declared
guiltless by the king! Ha! What an honour!
Our mocking didn’t drive out that pretense?
God I wish he’d die. I don’t like his looks.
I heard him say that he would rise again.
Now that’s cheek! Only thing that makes me think:
the healed ear, the kingly look – one could say
he laid his sword down not in weakness but
in strength….

Death will end him. I’ve made so many men
die I know the look.  See! He will die now.
He calls his god. Oh god!  Oh god. He’s dead.

It never hurts to say a little prayer.

Hey god of the Jews, are you listening?
Your man was innocent! A son of god!
Forgive this dark deed!

Ah what the hell.Just get me off this god-forsaken hill.