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The bread was broken

Torn to shreds in memory

We all share the grief

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Water turned to wine

The future turned on its head

The gods turned their backs

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One cup was not passed

One man cried, but not in vain

The Son felt the weight

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Choice-less awareness

Willingly allowing this

Nothing left to lose

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Leave it all behind!

Thieves? No longer bothersome

Rust? Not a problem

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Worldly matters cease

The Son can shine without you

But you without Him?

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