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I sat there and watched the movie.

I watched as he carried his own cross.

I watched as they nailed him down.

I watched as they beat him bare.

I watched this with tears going down my face.

I sat there shaking and crying silently.

As they put the father of my life on the cross.

I felt like I knew this man.

I had so much passion for God.

My heart twisted and turned as I watched this movie.

I felt like cutting, cutting everything away.

I was sitting there praying for my sins to go away.

I cried the whole movie, I cried as my father died.

But at that time only death prevailed.

It felt so wrong but then right.

I left the room when they put the nails through his feet.

My heart couldn't handle that.

When they put the spear in his torso.

I wanted to vomit and cut so bad.

But then at the end, I felt some type of closure.

I saw my father raise up again, his scars gone.

And at that time I knew I was going to be okay.

~Kesha~