Into Jerusalem Jesus rode, triumphant king acclaimed; palm branches spread to honor his way, garments laid down as tokens of praise; shouts of "Hosanna" surged through the throng into Jerusalem. Within Jerusalem Jesus stood, masquerade king reviled; thorns made a crown (grim satire of truth), robe like a wound thrown over his back; echoes of "Crucify" filled the air within Jerusalem. Outside Jerusalem Jesus hung, crucified King despised; wood formed a cross suspending his life; soldiers cast lots to deal out his clothes; his lonely cries: "My God"; "It is done," outside Jerusalem.
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