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Requiem for The Lost Supper

by Pope Higgins

Master of Ceremonies of W.E.T.D.I.A.P.E.R.S.
(West End Trash Discordians, Illuminated Adepts, Popes Erisian, Reality-bending Saint-thesbians)
To be, or not....  And they went into the Upper Room forthwith.  And
winter’s frost laid low upon the icey ground.  And he said, “For now
is the winter of our discontent made evident.  Tis not it evidence that
demands a verdict?”  But his words fell unanswered.  Twelve angry
women were hungered for their suppers, for the hour was late and
they had eaten not.  And then he didst speak in the midst of them
and didst say, “What is man that thou art mindful of him?  And the
Son of Man of La Mancha that thou sparrest with him?”  But again
their tongues were silent.  Then he took The Cup, which to the Jew
is not A cup, but THE cup of Elijah, who was and is and is to come,
and brake bread pudding and gave it unto his disciples.  And he
said, “If it gettest not all over the place, put it not into thy face.”  
Then seeing Janus, she who wouldst betray him, he said, “Out,
damn Spot!”  And Janus went and hung herself.  “Go,” he said,
turning to the others, “and do thou likewise.”  And let us all so do.  
Amen.
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