Judas Iscariot
He walks in the corridor
His mind full of worries
He has to milk more gravy
Walk into his office
Sitting on his chair
Pondering what his future like?
Rubbing his 11 pieces of gold
It doesn't bring him comfort
He feels his needs exploited
He has to flow with the demands
He needs to stay afloat
But the night is the worst
The howling in the dreams
He will see the ghoulish faces
This isn't good for his soul
Judas Iscariot
He can't hold the fort
He is slipping
He has to change
The Sin at the door
It will be a burden
It will not go away
Until he has done the right way
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