He was born in love. Died in pain. Excruciating pain. Inimaginable

pain. Mainly by asfixia. Both arms of his extended to a wooden

cross with his hands embedded through with two large nails.

And his feet through with a longer hook. I understand his lungs

collapsed due to his body position. And expired. Eaten by flies. Thirst.

And deception. It was noon. There was a dusty thunderstorm brewing.

The skies got dark. The crying of sweet Mama Maria went unheard.

Earth shook. A loud scream resounded throughout the entire

occupied territory. An incident of that magnitud was totally

unexpected. Women held their babies to their chests. Men covered

themselves with ashes. Tore their clothes. Cried as children. The sky

was as dark as the crow’s plumage. Roaring in disgust. Witnessing the

murder of a sweet gentle man. And that upsets me. The stupidity of

man. And after the death of that man. Many others have run the same

fate. Man doesn’t understand.

EO