Roman, take your gibbet
Most harsh task to my tools
Since I came from my father.
Joining the bars together
I nailed my hand.
Carving the earthward point,
I scarred my side.
Smoothing, my chisel dropped,
Piercing my feet.
Roman, ask no more crosses:
This will be enough.
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