The memory hit Judah like a knife. Yeshua’s palm was broad and warm against his throat when he pressed his fingers into the flesh. “What would you do if I’d choked you, Judah?” A strange constellation of emotions passed through Judah’s body long before panic set in. He remembered his own voice, low like an old record that had been played too often. “Pray,” he said. Moan, he meant.
<b>latent muser:</b> heard uprising, supermassive black hole and neutron star collision but doesn't know that those songs are made by muse<p/><b>general plebs muser:</b> knows the band's name, listens to them but only likes dead inside, mercy and starlight<p/><b>regular muser:</b> listens to muse regularly, knows the titles of all the albums but sometimes fails to recall them correctly (exmp.: "ohh, wrecked whores and levitations? gotta love it, but i love the showbiscuit one more")<p/><b>muser:</b> listens to muse every day, loves knights of cydonia, handler, psycho; realised that hysteria is genius, likes unnatural selection and new born<p/><b>true muser:</b> knows the whole discography by heart, came to the realisation that all muse songs are great without exception<p/><b>mega muser:</b> listens to muse religiously, loves stockholm syndrome, citizen erased, megalomania, micro cuts and actually understands the lyrics of fury<p/><b>massive muser:</b> listens to muse religiously, owns hullabaloo, aware of all the b-sides, loves the groove, jimmy kane, shrinking universe and host, thinks that con-sience is a masterpiece<p/><b>supermassive muser:</b> watched all the live recordings including 120px videos; owns HAARP and Live AT Rome Olympic Stadium, when bored sometimes subconsciously sings the guitar riffs of knights of cydonia<p/><b>delux muser:</b> watched some videos of george bellamy, thinks that 'gothic plague' and 'rocket baby dolls' wouldn't suited them as a band name anyway<p/><b>hardcore muser:</b> perfectly aware of the fact that soldier's poem is not on the album named absolution<p/></p>
It was a statement, not some sick or twisted feeling that came and went like the tides. It was a certainty that Judah carried as heavy as the bones in his body and now it was out.
For the split of a moment he thought Yeshua would actually laugh at him, his face an unreadable mask. But then the muscles and flesh twisted into something aching to regret and sorrow and misery all at once that made Judah choke on his own spit.
“Don’t do this to yourself,” Yeshua’s voice was heavy like the dawn and burned like the waking sun.
God bubbled up in his throat. But Judah swallowed, dry.
I am looking
up at the bluest sky I have ever seen,
cerulean blue, a heaven sky
no one would believe I was under.
You are my witness. No day
is promised. You are absolution.
You are my unwritten to-do list,
January O’Neil, from “Sunday,” Rattle (No. 41, Fall 2013)
A modern retelling of the Last Days of Christ, set in a fictive, dystopian Syria. The book is split in two Parts, the new Gospel and the untold Gospel, and is told from different POV’s, although mainly through the eyes of Mariam of Magdala and Judah Iscariot who both fell in love with Yeshua.