There was only one perfect man who ever lived

It was eccentrically dark as a thunderstorm blew in from the sea. Three crosses were silhouetted against a pitch-black sky. When suddenly the clash of thunder shook the cobblestone streets of the old city of Jerusalem and a flash of lighting cut the sky like a stiletto of fire. The rain poured down in a torrent of expression. Frightened women took their small children by the hand and ran back to the city. Every eye was trained upon the man that hung on the middle cross. They secretly though...