I't been a day day now sense all this happend. But then i heard some loud noise's outside so i wand out their to see what they were doing and what was going on then i seen something a mother sould never have to see my son Jesus was all bloody and beat up everyone was watching i was trying to get his atenshen but it was no use. Then i seen them them as in the gareds put this big wood cross on hem i'm surprised he dident fall for he looked so weak and hungry and thirsty then the gareds stared wiping hem and then Jesus stared to walk has he was walking i seen blood drip down his face and just keped seeing hem get wiped with tears running down my face, all i could do is walk with hem and watch but it's hard has a mom seeing this happen to you kid you just wish you can be their and make it stop and give hem a big hug and comfort hem so he can be loved and so hem that i'm hear and that i'll help hem but i can't so all i am doing now is walking and watching in grat sadness and pain.
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Marry's perspective
Non-Fictionthis story is about the stations of the crass in marry's perspective.