Imagine yourself at the foot of the cross, you stare at the ground infront of you in disbelief. Then slowly, painfully you begin to llft your head, you continue to look up until you see the pale flesh of His twisted feet against the splintered wood. The spike that pierces them is covered in blood, some of it already dried and dark, some of it fresh
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