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• Is Jesus Personal?	By : Recoil101 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 1057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Depeche Mode. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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  • 1-Is Jesus Personal?
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• Is Jesus Personal?
  
  Part One
  
  A battered truck rumbled across the horizon
  Stirring up dust clouds in its wake
  Four wheels spun like tumbleweeds
  Carrying four men to an unknown place
  The first man gazed into the distance
  One hand gripped the wheel, the other fingered his hat
  A smug smile tugged at his lips
  As he recalled an evening with a bartender’s daughter
  The second man sat to his right
  Slender fingers lazily strumming a tune
  Blonde curls formed a halo of deceit
  He wasn’t as innocent as he looked
  The third man stretched and yawned
  Silently dying from the dry desert heat
  A booted foot tapped impatiently
  While large hands fondled a harmonica
  The fourth man was fast asleep
  Blue-gray eyes closed against the passing world
  A permanent scowl was written across his face
  His lips sometimes twitched into a wicked smile
  
  The sun burned fiercely as the morning merged
  Into an indifferent noon and the heat of the day
  The remains of a pueblo came into view
  A lone figure stood at its entrance
  It was a thick mamacita, her face heavy with make-up
  She greeted the boys with a weary glance
  They said they were missionaries, through and through
  But the mamacita saw lust in their shaded eyes
  She offered them her finest merchandise without blinking
  Four Spanish dolls dressed in black leather and heels
  
  Part Two
  
  The party entered an abandoned church
  Going their separate ways as they reached a staircase
  Four doors closed harmoniously
  As the sounds of ecstasy broke the humid silence
  Bed springs creaked in that timeless rhythm
  While the mamacita smiled, for she was making dinero
  She had glimpsed into their hearts, past the pious façade
  Thirty pesos was the deal for an hour, sixty for two
  
  It wasn’t long before their lust died out
  Replaced by feelings of regret and doubt
  The sun crept closer to the ground
  While a frigid air gripped the small town
  Full, fucked, and rested, the men were content
  Giving their girl a kiss as they hurried off to bed
  
  Part Three
  
  They awoke at sunrise to bid the town good-bye
  Not a pang struck at their hearts as they left their girl’s side
  It was hardly nine as the truck drove off
  Each man fingering the silver cross he bore
  They were missionary men of an unusual sort
  Offering the service of confession and more
  To spread God’s word was important and all
  But why not be a personal Jesus and answer a whore’s call?
  To deal with the pleasures of the flesh was divine
  Casting off the cloak of faith made for a fine time
  
  *Inspired by the song Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode
  AN: Reviews are greatly appreciated!

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