Michael Malone - Weebly

halt (halted by misfortunes mental, physical, or
otherwise), naturally it was the perfect tool of
oppression. It meant nothing and everything, a potboiler
of paradox. God born in a manger (every child a movie
star), riding to glory on an ass, betrayed with a kiss,
savior to whores and drunks and other flashy types,
crowned with thorns. Have your king and eat him, too.
It was a wonder it wasn't already a TV series. Hyde
started laughing while Saar cried.
The choir faltered. Jonathan stopped them with a
wave. "No, no, this is tricky. Now listen again." He ran
over to the organ and played a melody with one hand,
beating time with the other, singing the words with wide
contortions of his mouth. "Laudamus te, benedicimus
te, adoramus te. All right? Try it. Ready?"
A more horrific urge seized Walter Saar. He was
entirely sober, yet he held with both hands to the sides
of his seat, so strong was the sensation that if he let go,
he would be bodily pulled through air, as if by wires
attached to the Cross, and sprung against the body of
Christ. Compelled to throw his arms around Christ's
neck, his legs around Christ's hips, to kiss the worm-