Judas Iscariot
Sitting on his rocking chair
Holding his pieces of gold
It has become too heavy
He can't handle it well
Now the fear dwells in his mind
The fear of the lake of fire
Engulfing his soul of his sins
He hasn't repented
Still dreaming of his power
Benefits and wealth
The gong sounds from afar
Hitting his ears as he listens
The sound of prayers
Coming in on time
Yet he doesn't move
The heavy loads in his head
He rocks his chair
Smiling a little
“Hell with it!
I have my emergency
I still run like a king!”
But he knows his time
Slowly eating his soul away
He hasn't come to the cross road
He knows it will be
The heavy loads will make him pay
He realizes too
The pieces of gold isn't worth it
The prayer calls to his soul
The sins have to pay
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