In Gethsemane,
Its cold and lonely
The air is heavy, the clouds have gathered
And the air is filled with a deafening silence
In Gethsemane,
There are wells of tears in the wait of betrayal
Doubt ensnares every thought
And the atmosphere is filled with fear
In Gethsemane,
There is neither violence nor justice
Only illusions of both worlds
And the reality of an imminent burden
In Gethsemane,
There are anxieties about the great task ahead
Senses are unsure with no answers
And darkness dawns so quickly...In Gethsemane
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