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It was his last night to live,

He wondered if he’d even sleep,

He thought about his friends,

Would they even weep?

It all came down to this place,

Like a slap across his face,

For tonight he would taste,

His last supper.

He thought about the past,

Like a lightening bolt had flashed,

And the thunder rolled and crashed,

For the last supper.

Love would betray him with a kiss,

Like a snake coiled and hiss,

Ready to strike and not miss,

His last supper.

“Break my body, spill my blood,

Take my life, If you want,

This is the night of,

The last Supper.”

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