The King

The people were on both sides of the road singing: Hosanna in the highest heaven".
They are praising a King, that came to His city. A King that is so different form all other kings.
A King that came glorious while his hands were not tinted with blood.
A King that didn't leave behind him orphans, widows, burnt towns or even broken hearts.
A King that didn't have enemies except the little people who were enemies of themselves.
A King that came to His city in simplicity; not in a show of power, but a show of love.
A King that knew why he was there for. And knew in the smallest details, the alliance of some people and the devil.
The kill machine they used, hoping to keep the "earthy" system alive, was a blow to that system, and an eternal life to whoever believes in him...