That day had been a day like every other day, and they had simply been talking, the two of them, God & the Devil in that Paris Cafe`. I honestly don't know what the conversation had been about. I honestly don't know what had led up to it, but I remember how it happened... I remember everything.

One of them had said:

'What's this Judas? You betray me with a kiss?'

To which, the other remarked:

'When they come, to nail my pimply ass to the cross,'

'I'll tell 'em... that I met Jesus. That should throw them off.'

'Hey Jesus, can I borrow your crowbar?'

'Cause these god damned nails are starting to hurt.'

I remember the silence. Mostly I only remember the silence. It seemed endless, like the depths that went on past forever. In that time that is neither day nor night, when even the angels hold their breath.. and then finally...

The first one said, rising and turning to go:

'You keep the crowbar - I got the crown of thorns.'

They don't talk anymore, and the rest of us, we're the ones who live with the silence.

An apology for the Devil - It must be remembered, God has written all the books.

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