Hideous hill, crested with crosses.
Skulls scattered among sandstone rock.
Ghastly gems, grim reminders them,
of hapless souls that hung on thee.
Haunted hill, hideout of demons.
Where wretched souls are lifted high,
on beams that mimic human frame,
to gasp for breath, and slowly die.
On thee, the Son of God was hung,
upon a cross, with thorns for crown.
He bore the penalty...
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