He knew that they would kill him viciously.  They knew he would die a terrible death.  They all danced together anyway, the way he, one day, every day, all day, danced with the snake.  It was beautiful music, too, but sad in rhythm, as if it knew all that would eventually transpire.  It was as if all creation seemed to know the terrible purpose that would befall him and his body and blood.  Those that would have him killed one day in the future, who would scream for the destruction of that body and the letting of that blood, would one day look back through history and thank him and sing his praises, even as they danced.  But, he would have to die first; for now, they danced together…


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