he looked to the skythough in this tomb, the sky was hidden behind thick layers of rock. his eyes filled with tears. ive carried the weight of their sins. ive endured the pain they inflicted. and now, even in death, i am tempted. how can this be? for a moment, the tomb was silent. the only light was from the tablet, still offering its sirens call. jesus knew what was at stake. he understood the gravity of his choice. but for a momenta moment stretched out in the silence of eternitythe burden was too much to bear. his hand moved on its own, reaching for the tablet. his fingers hovered over the screen, the images growing brighter, sharper. he swallowed, his throat dry, as temptation dug its claws deeper into his soul. and then, in a soft, broken whisper, he recited a verse he had known since childhood, words that had comforted him during his darkest hours:  psalm 31:5 (niv)  > "into your hands i commit my spirit; deliver me, lord, my faithful god." with trembling fingers, he tapped the screen, opening the site once more. the images flooded his mind, pulling him under a wave of indulgence he had never allowed himself to feel. the busty goddesses, the lustful queensthey all stared back at him with eyes that promised pleasure, escape, relief. he felt the sharp sting of guilt pierce his heart, but his body was too exhausted to care. his mind, clouded by temptation, let go of the control he had always kept tightly in hand. the man who had turned water into wine, walked on water, and raised the dead was now succumbing to the most human of weaknesses. just this once, he murmured to himself, though deep down, he knew that was a lie. the images swirled in his mind, clouding his thoughts, making the world outside the tomb fade away entirely. it was just him and the lust now, a shameful indulgence he had long resisted but could no longer fight off.
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