The 11 pieces of gold
It seems to shake away
Ringing the bell in silent mode
Thinking to change its colours
Judas Iscariot feels it
He sits on his rocking chair
His mind worrying of the change
He can't feed all their needs
This is what he has done
Buying favours through positions
For himself to stay on his chair
He has no choice but to give in
Lately, he feels the 11 pieces of gold
It has become too heavy in his hold
He can't control it as he likes before
The events have changed
The forces within his own coalition
They aren't in the same page with him
The big cats want to consolidate their grip
Before they push him out of the loop
Judas Iscariot blinks
The 11 pieces of gold kick in
He may not survive in his Brutus way
He has to pay a heavy price for it
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