Nails in the ledger, ink runs red
The province bleeds for what He said
A tetrarch’s bath, a silver thirst
He washes hands while heaven cursed
Pilate:
“What is truth?” The mob replies…
“Give us Barabbas! Let him rise!”
King of Jews – King of scars
Throne of wood between two stars
GOLGOTHA! The skull cracks wide
GOLGOTHA! The Father hides
GOLGOTHA! The centurion’s spear
GOLGOTHA! The Lamb is here
Pilate’s stone – his wife’s dream
wind howl – blood and cream
“I have written: King of the Jews. What I have written, I have written.”
Hyssop sponge – vinegar wine
Earthquake splits the sealed divine
Temple veil – from top to rent
The price of one man’s government
GOLGOTHA! The sky turns black
GOLGOTHA! No turning back
GOLGOTHA! The thief believes
GOLGOTHA! The world receives
Dust returns… echo… “Eloi, Eloi…”
Drum final hit – silence – Pilate’s ring drops on stone.
The Fifth Hour
© Copyright: Андрей Шишкин 5, 2026
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