Judas
Then the man they called
Judas Iscariot
Went to the chief priests
And said:
"How much will you pay me
To betray him to you?"
They gave him thirty
pieces of silver.
The metal burns his hands.
He cannot find his way,
Even on the most
Well-known paths.
He can't stand the sight
Of what he's become,
Of what he has done.
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