All the ounces of mercy had been drained
Only blood shed can wash away their transgression
One person has to be chosen
From the twelve.
The guards are waiting
Sadly they all stared at their feet
Except for the youngest.
The least acknowledged.
Time is running out
Someone has to be chosen
The one that will sacrifice to be burnt at the stake
Silence fills the room
“I will die for you guys.”
The voice was young and confident
They turned to youngest and he smiled
The guard led him outside to take the place of his brothers
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