Judas

sorenbarrett

Drink my blood as a toast

to a grave in trade

Breath air of a living host

I lay naked in your shade

 

Washed with spilt blood

now white without stain

Something forgotten in the mud

What's hidden does remain

 

Carrying Judas' load

savior in villain's clothes

walking perdition's road

crown of thorns and rose

 

To journey to the depths of hell

trade the coat of my soul to warm a brother

my return ticket to sell

buying angel wings for another

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2024 05:39
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Comments2

  • Thomas W Case

    Powerful image.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Thomas appreciate your stopping by.

    • orchidee

      And yet chosen as one of the 12 disciples - the bad apple in the bunch?

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Orchi If you go by the Gospel of Judas maybe not a bad guy at all. But then that book got thrown out.



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