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feather_qwill) wrote2005-06-22 06:41 pm
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Promises, Promises [Jesus/Judas - Jesus Christ Superstar]
For agbirdie. And Jerome Pradon, for the original inspiration.
Title: Promises, Promises
Fandom: Bible/Jesus Christ Superstar
Pairing: Judas/Jesus
Warnings: Em . . . Perversion of the gospels, implied homosexuality, ect.
Summary: 2000 years later, is anything different?
Promises, Promises
Is this your vaunted kingdom, Jesus; or was that all a lie?
It doesn’t appear to be hell, not as you spoke of it. There are no pits of fire, no crushing weight of lamented sins. The ill are healed, the poor are fed, and the wronged are repaid.
But then, neither is it the paradise your followers trusted in. I say your followers, because you never believed, not really; you just thought you did near the end. You never believed in streets paved with gold. Good thing, since I’ve not yet seen any. See, Jesus: weapons more destructive than the swords and arrows of Rome ever were. Look, Christ: babies killed long before they ever draw breath.
And here we are again, you and I. You promise it will be different this time. I can’t help but believe you, even though I know better. You tell me you’ll take heed of my advice. I love you as much as ever, but still I wonder how many years we have before you crumble.
It’s fine for a while. You tell me everything, and do nothing without my sanction. You hold me close at night, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I think that maybe, maybe, it will be alright. Maybe the shadow won’t touch your sunlight.
When you start to gather disciples I begin to wonder. It might be better if you didn’t, I suggest hesitantly, but you smile confidently, so I let it go.
One of the new ones has an idea that you like. I don’t, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference; soon every paper is running an article on you and your miracles, complete with personal interviews.
It won’t be long now. We sleep in separate beds these days, because you’re afraid of upsetting your devoted apostles.
Please don’t make me do this again. Can’t you see where this is all heading?
The women love you. They cling to your clothing; follow you around like a cloud of locusts. They’re distracting, and you can’t even see what your people are doing.
Your speeches are twisted; the government murmurs about treason and plots to overthrow the administration, but you’ve become arrogant and believe yourself indestructible.
If I walk away right now, what might happen?
It doesn’t matter, though, because I’ll never leave your side. You know that, and revel in the knowledge, even whilst you push me away.
You can’t please them all anymore, there’s just too many that want to touch you, to see you, to be healed by you. They become angry when you deny them. I told you this would happen!
They’re calling for your death.
Maybe they’ll forget about you if you’re behind bars. Give them a few months or years of your life in exchange for the rest. I know what will be the true result, but I find the bonds of Fate impossible to resist.
And so it is, my god who is not a god, that I come upon you in the dark, with the kiss of death searing my lips.
Could we ever have been happy, Jesus, once upon a time?
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Eh. Tell me what you think. Even if it's that I'm going to hell. Sorry if it sucks.
As a side note, this is the longest fanfic I've completed. Ever. At just over 500 words. (x.X)
Please read & review. You don't want to see me cry, do you?
Title: Promises, Promises
Fandom: Bible/Jesus Christ Superstar
Pairing: Judas/Jesus
Warnings: Em . . . Perversion of the gospels, implied homosexuality, ect.
Summary: 2000 years later, is anything different?
Promises, Promises
Is this your vaunted kingdom, Jesus; or was that all a lie?
It doesn’t appear to be hell, not as you spoke of it. There are no pits of fire, no crushing weight of lamented sins. The ill are healed, the poor are fed, and the wronged are repaid.
But then, neither is it the paradise your followers trusted in. I say your followers, because you never believed, not really; you just thought you did near the end. You never believed in streets paved with gold. Good thing, since I’ve not yet seen any. See, Jesus: weapons more destructive than the swords and arrows of Rome ever were. Look, Christ: babies killed long before they ever draw breath.
And here we are again, you and I. You promise it will be different this time. I can’t help but believe you, even though I know better. You tell me you’ll take heed of my advice. I love you as much as ever, but still I wonder how many years we have before you crumble.
It’s fine for a while. You tell me everything, and do nothing without my sanction. You hold me close at night, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I think that maybe, maybe, it will be alright. Maybe the shadow won’t touch your sunlight.
When you start to gather disciples I begin to wonder. It might be better if you didn’t, I suggest hesitantly, but you smile confidently, so I let it go.
One of the new ones has an idea that you like. I don’t, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference; soon every paper is running an article on you and your miracles, complete with personal interviews.
It won’t be long now. We sleep in separate beds these days, because you’re afraid of upsetting your devoted apostles.
Please don’t make me do this again. Can’t you see where this is all heading?
The women love you. They cling to your clothing; follow you around like a cloud of locusts. They’re distracting, and you can’t even see what your people are doing.
Your speeches are twisted; the government murmurs about treason and plots to overthrow the administration, but you’ve become arrogant and believe yourself indestructible.
If I walk away right now, what might happen?
It doesn’t matter, though, because I’ll never leave your side. You know that, and revel in the knowledge, even whilst you push me away.
You can’t please them all anymore, there’s just too many that want to touch you, to see you, to be healed by you. They become angry when you deny them. I told you this would happen!
They’re calling for your death.
Maybe they’ll forget about you if you’re behind bars. Give them a few months or years of your life in exchange for the rest. I know what will be the true result, but I find the bonds of Fate impossible to resist.
And so it is, my god who is not a god, that I come upon you in the dark, with the kiss of death searing my lips.
Could we ever have been happy, Jesus, once upon a time?
--------------------------
Eh. Tell me what you think. Even if it's that I'm going to hell. Sorry if it sucks.
As a side note, this is the longest fanfic I've completed. Ever. At just over 500 words. (x.X)
Please read & review. You don't want to see me cry, do you?