Judas, do you see now
how very wrong you were.
Puppet of an insane god,
burned by desert heat.
Pick up your rope, Judas,
toss it across a tree limb.
End the craven life you
destroyed without a thought.
You made your own crown
of thorns to pierce your brow,
seeing the world through blood
as you die, infamous ghoul.
Martyr and clown you were,
thinking your way was right.
How is that seat on the
right hand of Satan in Hell?
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A very intense piece you have penned!! I hope to never experience this seat you speak of!! Very well done and thank you for your entry
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