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| Oh, my Lord! How can you forsake your only child? | |
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| Thou shalt be made King above all Kings in the kingdom of Heaven, my son. | |
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| But father, I suffer so! Canst thou not remove this bitter cup from mine lips? | |
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| My child it is your destiny to die upon the cross that the sins of mankind might be repented. | |
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| The pain! The agony! I lived to serve mankind and they slay me like a common thief! Woe, woe! | |
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| Oh shut up, you whinging bitch. | |
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