Monday, November 16, 2020

the sins too heavy in his mind

 

Judas Iscariot sits on the sofa

His mind going to the outer spaces

He can't find anything good in his life

His cortisol must have shot high


He still holds his 11 pieces of gold

Rounding around on his palms

Listening to the sound of hitting hard

Yet he feels he is out of touch


He observes the rituals

The fake praying in the hall

With his teevee on

Zooming on the faces


He shouldn't have messed it up

But for his belief in the 11 pieces of gold

Now he begins to evaluate his role

He will have nothing to remember by


These fake praying souls

Like him it is to pretend

It is still the lord of money

It makes the grade in life


Judas Iscariot sigh deeply

He has his chance to paradise

But he blew it big time

With the 11 pieces of gold


On the sofa he counts his time

The sins have become too heavy in his mind

One day it will implode inside his soul

Now he wants to load off it and quick

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