Pierced 

We crushed his body, he crushed our souls.We pierced his hands, he pierced our hearts. Somewhere between the stripes on his back we see our healing. Somewhere on an old Roman cross sits our freedom. This is not a tale where the hero saves the victim from his enemy but where the hero, being the victim, saves the enemy from himself.

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