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lightning cracked a crooked cross across the sky above the cross where he'd |
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been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze grew ice threw |
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knives blew halos hallowed cinders flew together made a cushion for his |
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feet. There were spikes in his sandals, spikes in his ankles... A spike |
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split the wood, syringed his vertabrae. Spikes in his shins in his chin in |
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his fingers... Amused apparitions hummed the Marsollaise. We had to look |
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away, he seemed so fragile. We tried to offer him a cigarette but it was |
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futile... no way through. The guards screamed "Front!", drew guns, splashed |
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acid.. so we retreated to the shadows squated low and said a prayer Cameras |
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clicked out of sight there are fights, there were fanfares. Fireworks |
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flashed across the cenotaph. Kiddies played in the pits, spitting crisps, |
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licking icecreams. A spiv threw an auction for his autograph. I never |
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thought it would finish quite this way. No resistance not a word to say but |
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maybe we'll meet in heaven. We can talk about those good old days. I believe |
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(at least I WANT to believe) |
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The angels landed cleared their throats and chorused "Crown Him!" They |
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poured a potion on his hair it nearly drowned him. Then they called a |
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minute's silence. They called the clowns in and a cripple touched his foot |
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and did a cartwheel down the hill... turning once for his wisdom, twice for |
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the pearl moon. A third as the thief cried "It's judgement day." He rolled |
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his eyes, ripped his shirt rolled insane in the dirt. Applause ripped the |
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heavens and blew the clouds away. The laughter died as schoolgirls passed |
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around the tissues. Pretty patterns while a message said "We'll miss you. |
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Bless you. Bless your eyes." And the bell rang twice and we fell as his |
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lips moved. We stared in stoney silence as the news guy scribbled furiously |
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down his final words: "I made mistakes. I've been a fool. I tried hard byt |
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never thought that what started so well could end in misery. But my motives |
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were good. I thought you all understood... Just don't be hard when this day |
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is cloaked in history. You mistrusted me? ...," And he died with his eyes |
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on... ash for ashes dust for dust a lust for dust a must for dust die with |
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your eyes on... |
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Nomini magnus spiritus sancti filia |
