The way a crucifixion
went down is that
they nailed you to
a wooden cross
and you hung there
by the spikes driven
through your
hands and feet.
The weight of your
body caused your
chest to sag, putting
enormous pressure
on your lungs.
The only way you
could breathe was
to push up against
the nails in your feet
to lift your body
enough to take a
quick gulp of air.
Eventually the
pain exhausted you
until you no longer
had the strength to
push up and breathe.
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