They meet in silence. Always have, but this time something is different. This would be his last time. He was going away for good. Something they refused to believe.
Tears flow from their eyes as they prepare the arrangements for what would be the final time they dine with their messiah. There were always 12 of them and him, without whom, nothing would be possible. Such was his power.
A lavish spread fills the long table. Delicacies from every continent are present in ample quantity. Food fit for gods. Every imaginable spirit accompanies this sumptuous meal. This is truly a sight for the eyes and the stomach.
After what seems like an eternity of preparations, they lie in wait. Each moment seeming longer than the next. A sense of impatience and angst sets in rather than one of guilt and remorse.
And like a bolt from the blue, a bright light fills the room. Their ashen, tired faces break into a wry smile. Finally, the long wait before their last celebration would begin. Such was his power.
Soon the sombre mood was transformed to one of camaraderie and celebration. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. Such was his power.
It seemed as if they had attained nirvana by the look on their faces. As if God himself had come down from his heavenly abode just to grace the occasion with his presence. Their joy knew no bounds. Such was his power.
Then again neither did the blood which spilled from their bullet-riddled bodies. Such was his power.
Now Listening To: Danzig – Mother
