this was what i was thinking
if i a may take a creative slant on this
a man died today, they beat him, they scorned him, and forced upon him the burdens of us all, every last hateful thing we have done or will do, and still they beat him, i saw him fall once, as if i had not done the same thing many times, yet het got back up, i saw him fall a second time, and they scorned him but he said nothing but continued onward to victory, and he fell a third time and they had enough, knowing what not they did, he wanted to forgive them, a man walked up the hill and died today, each of his foot steps echoing into time and soul and heart, and on that day victory was claimed