Pontius Pilates house, Monday [PILATE] I dreamt I met a Galilean A most amazing man He had that look you very rarely find The haunting, hunted kind I asked him to say what had happened How it all began I asked again he never said a word As if he hadnt heard And next the room was full Of wild and angry men They seemed to hate this man They fell on him and then They disappeared again Then I saw thousands of millions Crying for this man And then I heard them mentioning my name And leaving me the blame
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