I fell asleep in the Garden and woke up in Gethsemane. Somewhere along the way, I had lost my lucky penny. I wondered how I was going to pay Judas with only 11 coins. But the Towers remained Unbroken, and I knew he'd happily take a haircut. He wouldn't need the cash where he was going, and anyways Dad could always float him, right down the Styx and into the Temple.
I remembered the Temple then. What they never told you was the party we had right after. Well, what were we supposed to do with all the doves and wine, the Golden Calf and the Silver Mirror?
That's right, remember the good stuff. Smearing lamb's blood on my sister's forehead, laughing all the while about Isaac and Abraham. The Indus River at dusk, floating with lotus petals and the bodies of the Saints. Playing twenty questions for forty days with the Son of the Morning.
It was a good life. 33 years is long enough, right? Oh father, I am going to miss MM so dearly. I know I came here to do this, but I forgot how much it was going to HURT. No, it's okay. I'm going to be fine. Well, I'm going to die here, with a thief and a sinner, but it will be a good death.
Right?
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