Judas Iscariot

The pain, he couldn’t carry it

His ship, he wouldn’t ferry it

A grudge, he couldn’t bury it

And task, he couldn’t parry it

How breakable our bonds can be

When held to slightest test

It’s sad to lose the ones we love

The time that we invest

Gossip, hatred, jealousy

Their grip is far too firm

But things come out each time you doubt

And all things come to term

The crown, he won’t be wearing it

The love, he won’t be sharing it

He’s just mere proletariat

This friend, Judas Iscariot


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