"Crucify him".

"Crucify him".

That's not what they're chanting I know, but this tale is mine to tell so I can choose to narrate it how I like.

I don't have much time as you can see.

My feet hurt, I'm walking down the aisle but it's not my wedding, I have a date with the gallows.

The hangman is my bride, but I'll humor you, because you asked nicely.

My name is Joseph, son of Jesus, well-known sorcerer and bricklayer, and Elizabeth, the town's chief whore (top 0.01% OF😂).

[Lmao, I’m sorry but I’ve low-key been waiting to use that one in a story. Oh my, where are my manners, sorry about the interruption. As you were...]

I was born thirty three years ago in Goshen, one of the beautiful cities in Egypt.

I didn't always get into trouble, at least not this much, but I did get into some, even though it wasn't enough to warrant getting killed. This one though, this has been my best one yet.

A Hebrew boy named Moses told me a story, about a future I could only find outside of Egypt.

"A land flowing with milk and honey", the grand idea he sold to me.

I swallowed it hook, line and sinker. That story became the root of my problem as you can see, because I told his story to my people, and now I will pay with my life for conspiracy against the Pharoah.

I will meet my end because I believed in an idea that wasn't even mine to begin with. F*ck, these ropes are heavy, as if the shackles on my feet weren't enough. Well at least the lady behind that soldier looks nice. Is that a baby? Who brings babies to public executions? Oh shi...