It is good. Good that one die for many. One kiss betrays, Delivers to many, One back beaten with Marred face of sorrow, Broken body, Truth mocked. Many reject the one. It is good. Good that one die for many. Quietly intending that Many die for one, One by one by one. One being I, Lest death usurps, And another rules, This one consumes Many with itself. It is good. Good that many die for One, Wearing lovely feet, Scarred hands reaching, Healing many, Many eyes weep, pour tears for lost ones. Many voices rejoice, To find yet one life Amongst stones and corpses. The One conquers many, One by one by one. Once for all.