On the hill a Fragrant Offering stood.
The Son of God hung on a cross of wood.
The Earth grew dark and the sun hid its light
as men stood gazing at the gruesome sight.
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A nice poetic imagination, Roy. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks