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As mortal death was at the door,
the night seemed darker than before.
Silence but no peace, visions of agony.
The sweat and blood pour out,
hemorrhaging from the pores
of His body. Rise up, the betrayer is at
hand. The Son of Man betrayed into
the hands of sinners. Innocent blood
will be shed by the hands of the guilty.
As mortal death was at the
door, the night seemed darker
than before. The sweat and blood pour out,
hemorrhaging from the pores of His body.