The ultimate goal of any Christian is to be Christ-like, is it not Ezekiel?

While I wouldn’t say you’ve turned the other cheek as often as he would, you have earned the same ending as his journey.

Are you ready to follow in the true footsteps of the lord?

First, carry that cross on your back and bring it to the mount, I am not getting my hands dirty for your punishment.

Good, now stand up so my guards can carry you and place you where the world can see your end.

I can tell you’ve read your sacred tome, you’re already spreading your arms like the sacrificial lamb you believe you have the stones to be.

Get ready for their first nail to pierce through every bone, vein and tendon that your wrist contains.

Did that hurt?

Good, that was the easy part, now you know how it feels and the anxiety that comes with waiting for the next puncture.

Hold steady or you’ll break before your precious god did.

Wait, wait, now.

I can see your heart palpitating trying to replace the blood you’re spilling. It won’t be forced much longer to operate.

Time for your legs, now you know why Jesus crossed his, he wasn’t ready to endure more pain so he got it done with one final puncture just like that.

That’s how you know you and your god aren’t much different from each other, pathetically human as all mortals turn out to be.

Finally time for the last piercing, you can soon lower your head as he did. This one goes right between the ribs directly to your heart piercing a spot so pure, it spills water before the crimson you’re used to seeing.

Now go to sleep, there is no crown for you I’m the only royalty he…

Re…

Welcome to Hades, unlike Jesus who got to leave and return to the world of the living for a few days, there is no reprieve for you. I can only give you a glimpse into the torture I got to employ on him.

He had to carry all of your sins, Tartarus was the only future for him.

Every puncture points became a buffet for the maggots to feast upon, the leeches drained what was left in the skin. I knew we didn’t have for long after our deal with Yahweh so I treated him like a dog to a new toy.

Countless bite marks across his olive skin. He wept at the mere idea of death, I made him sob as he was torn apart, ravaged by the horrors that surrounded me. When the angels came to gather him, he was unrecognizable and they pieced him together just well enough to last another month on earth.

They didn’t know I followed him out.

If you want to follow in his footsteps, you’ll have to take my place in the bowels of Tartarus.

Unlike him, there will be no return, just a chew toy discarded like the rest.