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By Jack Joseph Smith

{ 138 - \ Don't you see father? They must pays They took alot away from meg Mostly my souls We will bet on thats The voices of the racketers and gamblers were the same@sneven though they were different in their political positions, His soul will not be retreiveds A possibility. We have the power to make it so, or nots Oxfly a possibility. . It's om paper, and the paper is in our handas Soe The odds are with yous We will ride-on your decisions The decision is now in my hands, said Martin P; Let no one of you lousy bastarda forget that, They will pay nows Rudy is shaking, and the ele the perpatrators is strangelment, My hands are warm for the job; T am with you Martin P, Iwill handle this one myself Michaels You are finished, No more.blood for yous But T'must go omg I aa your fathers aids Youlgfired Martin P; ; They must die beneath you Rudys : Let them live, and you may have your job back; Whose side are you on father, Your's song Yourss. ' I awoke in a cold sweat and tyrned wy body and stood before my beds I got down on ' my knees and thanked God I was alive almost weepings I put my clothes on and walked down the stairs, and through our home and into the kitchen: For how many days: I had : been drinking I did not knows My mind was blinds I was finished I was hoping, with i i

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Voices gamble on whether the narrator's soul can be retrieved, Martin P. claims the decision and forbids him any more blood, and he wakes shaking, kneels in gratitude for being alive, and comes downstairs after days of drinking with the sense that he is finished and still somehow hoping.

The dream closes like a judgment, with power brokers turning his soul into one more wager while another man takes over the violence. Waking on his knees gives the batch a real break in direction, because exhaustion, fear, and gratitude finally sound stronger than intoxicated performance.

Claude

The dream climaxes with father refusing to let Martin P. kill them, Michael firing Martin P., and the father telling Michael he is on his side, son, yours; Michael wakes in cold sweat, kneels in thanks, walks out to Metzes hill in pre-dawn.