1968 Magnet Yearbook

JUDAS
The last man on earth sat alone in hi s cell. Once he would have had two choices - to answer the door
or to ignore it. But, as the last man on earth , he had only one choice - he was compelled to open the door.
Man subconsciously knew who was at th e door, knew that leaving the door open would not stop Him from
entering. Man knew all this but would not let it surface. All his consc ious mind would recognize was an
overwhelming desire to open the door. Man did not know it, but he was no longer in control of his m ind. He
was a dumb and lifeless thing.
Drawn, though he knew not why, Man slowly rose from the floor, slowly walked to the door, slowly
raised his head, and slowly, slowly looked into his eyes. His eyes held Man imprisoned; they forced him to
look deeply - to read the centuries of pain and agony stored there. Man was the only one who could temove
these scars, since Man and all men had placed them there. Man did not know this; he thought the scars of
torment were there for all time, never to be erased. And because Man thought this, it was true.
At this, the final confrontation, Man at long last realized how every denial, every betrayal had wounded
Him. Not only His soul and spirit were tortured, but also His body, in the long hours on th e cross.
Man sawall th is and wondered that he had not recognized it before. He longed to lower his eyes, but
could not - th ey were still held captive. So, full of self-hatred, he groped for the narrow dagger that had
kept him alive during the last weeks of violence and used it then for a d ifferent purpose. Even in death, hi s
eyes were enslaved.
It was the end of mankind. Born in love, they died in hate. And the One, wracked in soul and body
through love for mankind, felt a great pain , one which eclipsed all his others; an agony he would bear unto
eternity.
Karan Bergsagel
THE HOURS OF DAWN
I ran naked as a flame and flickering like a will-o'