I am finished and I know it. Done violence to the peace, order and truth of this place. Getting my just deserts.
But the Fellow beside me looks nothing like a bad actor. Doesn’t even register hate as they nail and jeer. Takes it all manfully.
Some buzz has been spread that He is a king. I believe it. These Romans are bullies and frauds. The priests and ritualists nothing better, except they use scrolls instead of swords.
I spoke up for him over the taunts of the other guy; said that if He was ushering in a Kingdom, I wanted to go. If only He could be mightily merciful on that account…on my account.
He said that it was a done deal. Before I could reckon the time I would be with Him in Paradise.
He appeared relieved that only one, even the likes of me, would speak favourably of Him at this horrible time.*
(* salvation in a nutshell, and you thought that you had to swim the widest sea…)