The Mill and the Cross Page #2

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Not at the Saviour.

Be it the birth of Jesus,

the fall of Icarus

or the death of Saul casting

himself on his sword.

All these worid-changing events

went unnoticed by the crowd.

So just like this spider,

I built my web,

hoping to catch the viewer's eye.

Now the stage is set.

How can I just stand here?

What can I do?

I can't think clearly.

No,

I don't understand.

He was born for a reason.

I knew that from the

day he stirred in me.

And...

...when he grew up

he brought a light into the worid.

And this light threatened the

sly and dark convenience

of our rotten usage and custom.

He was a threat to

every dangerous fool

whose concern is with

neither God nor Man

but with his own miserable

certainties and power.

And now it's dark.

Custom and usage have won the night.

(phrase to write)

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