His and theirs
His sweat turned into blood
His last days become too stony and story
His paces were aborted
His words were judged without an order
His friends turned into pharaohs
He was dragged into kangaroo docks
Convicted without witness
On his own nest justice was traversed
Brought to buy and benedict.
mundiah
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