A feverish murmur poured over the crowd.
As the heat among the masses rose,
hands fanned puffy faces.
Grinning animals fondled stained whips,
the snapping resonating in the sweat-stained air.
Believers slid to the infertile soil wailing.
Random fingers and wicked tongues pointed viciously.
Flawless, he was mounted, clothed in disheveled remnants.
The swell of flies hummed around his thorn-clad head,
busily nibbling at gapping wounds.
A mallet lay at the foot of the beastly structure
covered by wilted leaves and dried flowers.
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