Jeers came from all directions, mocking the man and spitting on him for whom he was. And yet he looked on as all the bystanders cat called and shouted insults from where they stood, their expressions contorted with anger and hatred.
The Messiah watched helplessly from where he hung, the longer he remained there, the weaker he became. He knew this day had been coming; he had predicted it previously, to his disciples. And today, nowhere in sight had they been.
It was turning to dusk when people began to leave in groups and ones or twos, completely disregarding the man who looked to them with pity as they disappeared.
And when all his strength left, Jesus cried out, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?!"
There was a clash of thunder and dark clouds rolled across the sky. From them, a loud voice boomed a reply, "Because fuck you, that's why."
