But is there another?
No, no, no.

Jesus is dead.
It is finished.

Hosanna! Hosanna! His horror and his dreams are realised.

Who will now snatch the victory from the hands of Iscariot?
It is finished.

Let all people on earth stream to Golgotha, and shout with their million throats, "Hosanna! Hosanna!" And let a sea of blood and tears be poured out at its foot, and they will find only the shameful cross and a dead Jesus! Calmly and coldly Iscariot surveys the dead, letting his gaze rest for a moment on that neck, which he had kissed only yesterday with a farewell kiss; and slowly goes away.