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Slowly a subdued group of people, some sobbing carried
A lifeless body along the stone paved path.' Despite their
Tears and grief stricken denial mindset, the burial must
Take place, the procession wound its way along the mountainside until they came to stop, before a new rock
Hewn tomb its giant circular stone door was at the extent
Of its channel; and the interior of the large semi-dark space
Could be seen, at this juncture as his male disciples carried
Him inside the earlier muted sobbing gave way to wails of
Grief.' More tears were shed by the women, as his body
Was clad in a linen shroud, all those who loved him knew
The door would soon be rolled shut.' Leaving Him in the very Dark tomb.' After those who felt able had paid their
Respects, the tomb was emptied and at least eight men of
The temple guard rolled the big stone door into place once
This was done a roman centurion witnessed wax seals put
From tomb to door as a defence against unappointed men
Rolling back the door, and a rumour that this man, this Jesus would escape ? And he would be proclaimed alive
And ressurected.' Which would not please Claudius in Rome.' After a little the centurion ordered the people to leave and he placed a guard of thirty leigionaires around
The tomb along with the same ammount of temple guards
The day passed and the next.' The third night finally came.' and a loud noise came from where Jesus was entombed..The Lord was creating the first negative photograoh of His sons body.' For from darkness the greatest God would re-new,  'this son' and raise Him  from
Death to life; amen.!

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