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Had we been buddies for three years,
Would I have pretended not to know him?
Would I have been absent from his execution?
Would I have hid behind locked doors
Fearing for my life?
Would I have run
To the tomb early Sunday morning
To anoint his body
Now drenched in the stench of death?
How far am I willing to go right now
With those I claim to love?
Perhaps therein lies an answer.
Not everyone ran away.