Sat in his armchair.
Slippers worn and torn,
Face unshaven, Hair disheveled,
What was he thinking.
...
When you were only thirty three,
You laid down your life for me,
I think of you on the cross so high,
God I do not want to die.
...
Sat in his cell thinking,
The silence was deafening,
Alone in his thoughts,
Time without meaning.
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