Jesus awoke at the crossroads, his body throbbing with a mixture of pain and confusion. In his mind, he had a vision, a headline reading “Jesus Shot in Florida”. He found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by a dimly lit forest. The air felt heavy, carrying a sense of foreboding. As he tried to gather his thoughts, memories of the events leading up to his awakening began to resurface.
He recalled the moments before his arrest, the crowd’s fervor, and the overwhelming emotions that had enveloped him. But now, as he rose to his feet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone terribly wrong. He felt a deep sorrow and a profound weight on his heart, aware that his mission on Earth had not yet been fulfilled.
With each step he took, the path ahead became clearer. It was a desolate road, winding through the wilderness, as if leading him to an unknown destination. Jesus walked with purpose, his resolve unwavering, determined to find answers and restore the balance that had been disrupted.
As he journeyed along the path, Jesus encountered individuals from all walks of life. He spoke to the downtrodden, offering words of solace and hope. He healed the sick, mended broken hearts, and provided guidance to those who had lost their way. His compassion knew no bounds, and his presence radiated a divine light that touched the souls of those he encountered.
News of Jesus’ return spread like wildfire once again, reaching the far corners of the world. People flocked to the crossroads, seeking his wisdom, miracles, and the redemption he embodied. However, amidst the sea of believers, a lingering darkness persisted.
A group of MAGA Trump supporters, driven by hatred and fear, plotted to bring harm to Jesus. They were a fringe faction, a radicalized segment of a society blinded by their prejudices. They saw Jesus as a threat to their twisted ideologies and sought to silence him once and for all.
One fateful day, as Jesus reached a particularly crowded crossroads, MAGA extremists launched their attack. They ambushed him, shouting Jews will not replace us, their weapons raised, their hearts filled with venomous intent. The hateful throng was lead by Ron Desantis, now wearing his own crown of thorns he said “Florida is were Woke comes to die” and he pulled the trigger, the final shot that hit Jesus right between the eyes.
As the gunshot echoed through the air, time seemed to stand still. The bullet struck Jesus, piercing his face and causing him to falter. The crowd erupted in panic and anguish, their cries mixing with the thundering beat of their hearts. But amidst the chaos, a profound stillness enveloped Jesus. Once more, Jesus is Dead.
