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)
- Published: June 23rd, 2024 05:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Powerful image.
Thanks Thomas appreciate your stopping by.
And yet chosen as one of the 12 disciples - the bad apple in the bunch?
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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