2,000 years
ago
on a Friday,
Hope died.
A day of
disappointment.
Doubt.
Dreams shattered.
“But I thought…”
They went all in.
Backed the wrong horse.
And now everything
was crumbling around them.
So it was.
So it is for many.
It’s the day
we remember
that sometimes
even good things
die.
Could this be
the end
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