Through sin's dark bus, a virgin body passed,
Loaded with faith and truth, a mission unsurpassed.
Bowing low to save Mother Earth from her plight,
Mocked and beaten, in darkness he sought light.

Arrested for his purity, a savior in disgrace,
Walking the path to Golgotha, an eerie place.
Two heavy planks upon him, burdened to the core,
Cries of intercession, echoed evermore.

Nailed to the cross, agony pierced his flesh,
Nature weeping for her son, her soul afresh.
But help was withheld, part of a mysterious plan,
For the young God to descend to death's own span.

Experiencing mortality, seizing death's might,
Breaking open graves, dispelling darkness with light.
No longer in the tomb, on the third day's dawn,
He rose triumphant, life's enigma redrawn.

A journey complete, a suspenseful tale,
As Nature's son conquered death's darkest veil.
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