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I never wanted this. Never expected to be caught, tried, and condemned to death in the most painful way imaginable. Currently, I was hunched in a corner in my cell, waiting for that final call. Outside I could dimly hear a mob cry "Crucify him, crucify him!" What was wrong with them? Why couldn't they just let me sit hear in my own misery for awhile? Instead of heeding my silent commands, however, they only grew louder in volume. I sighed. Soon all would be quiet, wouldn't it? Silence would take me and I wouldn't have to worry about such things. Perhaps, then, I could stand this noise for a little while longer. It seemed like many hours befo

I never wanted this. Never expected to be caught, tried, and condemned to death in the most painful way imaginable. Currently, I was hunched in a corner in my cell, waiting for that final call. Outside I could dimly hear a mob cry "Crucify him, crucify him!" What was wrong with them? Why couldn't they just let me sit hear in my own misery for awhile? Instead of heeding my silent commands, however, they only grew louder in volume. I sighed. Soon all would be quiet, wouldn't it? Silence would take me and I wouldn't have to worry about such things. Perhaps, then, I could stand this noise for a little while longer. It seemed like many hours befo

our words used to dance used to waltz used to wear tap shoes so the whole world could hear them. our words smiled as the letters moved with the music as the sentences created themselves in the rhythm. but now our words stumble. intoxicated, they try to dance but the twirling makes them hurl. tired, they have taken off their tap shoes. the letters, the sentences tangle themselves in our hair. the smiles that once were now falter— there is no rhythm. there is no music.