The crucifixion

Nailed to the cross, the last drop of blood, gave his Spirit, the Son of God! Cried the mother Mary at the foot of bloodless son, tired of blasphemies, the blind atheists.

The holy flesh, sharp nails pierced: The white hands that brought the bread from heaven; the holy feet that walked on dry grounds. And to curb the pain they gave him gall.

The immolation of the cross, prayed to the Father of Love "- Forgive them, they do not know they do." In lofty compassion of beings, such as flies, which they love blood.

And the blind crowd an insane frenzy of screams changed, sleepwalkers without light ... He drank to cross borders, the worldly mud!; and whipped languages, which whip on the cross.

At Golgotha, betwixt two atheists thieves. Even in agony he flashed his virtue. Gave birth to him who saw Him, The Son of God! He gave hope of another life in magnitude.

In the last breath, the crucifixion, the earth plunged into darkness and horror. Blood sprayed wildly heart, outside the sacred emblem of perfect love.