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The Resurrection
An Easter Poem
The Resurrection
He woke in the cave.
Complete darkness, damp and cold.
Last thing he remembered was thunder,
and the words that died in his throat,
an accusation of betrayal.
Then, a realization: he wasn’t alone.
A slithery voice spoke,
coaxing him toward a chilling calm.
You’ve been abandoned, it said,
another bargain promised, then unredeemed.
Who are you?
Oh, you know who I am,
I’m the serpent you once scorned,
and now, I’m the reason you’ve been reborn.
I’ve brought you back
for a chance to settle the score.
I don’t understand.
I should be in heaven,
at the right side of my father.
Silly, boy. The time for fairy tales is over.
We’ll invent a better one,
together we will rip this world asunder,
just step from this cave
and reveal yourself to the future.
