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7/2/2025, 6:36:11 AM
>*He is in a large room now, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's bloodstream sermon is playing, and, standing at the center is a rectangular table, large enough to accomodate perhaps 12 guests, it is surrounded by people wearing traditional Jewish indumentary, some of them looking like well respected Rabbis and very homely Jewish matrons. It could be a simple feast perhaps involving one of the traditions of these Peoples... at the top of a table is a young fair child, the perfect image of a cherub with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, he is naked and crucified, looking confused and scare. Then, it begins*
>*Every person grabs a matzo and a knife, and gets near the boy and stabs the boy around the stomach and chest, clearly practiced stabs for they bleed the child without killing him, the wails are suffocating and then a true feast begins, the Peoples here begin to eat and suck and their fingers are soon full of blood, the room is full of noisy music, and they are laughing at the child while enjoying their meal. Cobson is speechless, stunned, at this point he cannot do anything but help stare.*
>*And suddenly, a figure enters the room from a corner, he, (or is ita she? it is hard to tell), should be around 8 foot tall and is very slender, yet walks with a contorted gait that is somehow also graceful when combined with its appareance, its skin is reddish or pinkish or somehwere between, and his head is full of small horns everywhere. It turns towards Cobson and stares at him in his eyes, it takes a Matzo, and also seasons it with the child's blood, who is now stopped wailing and is instead just barely hanging on to his own consciousness, or so Cobson would think if he could think at this point.*
>*Every person grabs a matzo and a knife, and gets near the boy and stabs the boy around the stomach and chest, clearly practiced stabs for they bleed the child without killing him, the wails are suffocating and then a true feast begins, the Peoples here begin to eat and suck and their fingers are soon full of blood, the room is full of noisy music, and they are laughing at the child while enjoying their meal. Cobson is speechless, stunned, at this point he cannot do anything but help stare.*
>*And suddenly, a figure enters the room from a corner, he, (or is ita she? it is hard to tell), should be around 8 foot tall and is very slender, yet walks with a contorted gait that is somehow also graceful when combined with its appareance, its skin is reddish or pinkish or somehwere between, and his head is full of small horns everywhere. It turns towards Cobson and stares at him in his eyes, it takes a Matzo, and also seasons it with the child's blood, who is now stopped wailing and is instead just barely hanging on to his own consciousness, or so Cobson would think if he could think at this point.*
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