[Pilate]
I dreamed I met a Galiliean.
A most amazing man.
He had that look you very rarely find.
The haunting, hunted kind.

I asked him to say what had happened.
How it all began. I asked again.
He never said a word. As if he hadn't heard.

And, next, the room was filled with wild and
angry men.
They seemed to hate this man.
They fell on him and then they disappeared
again.

Then I saw Thousands of Millions crying for this
man,
And then I heard them mentioning my name,
And leaving me the blame.