My own feelings is it about a man beaten to a bloody pulp, on the verge of death and at the mercy of his enemies. And yet he still says to them "I feel the same, immune to the pain and the wounds don't mean anything. For with the Lord I am a stone, unaffected. Rain hell on to me and I will not flinch. My flesh and bone are unaffected. I will not be your fool."
My own feelings is it about a man beaten to a bloody pulp, on the verge of death and at the mercy of his enemies. And yet he still says to them "I feel the same, immune to the pain and the wounds don't mean anything. For with the Lord I am a stone, unaffected. Rain hell on to me and I will not flinch. My flesh and bone are unaffected. I will not be your fool."