Judas,
What can I say?
Than more to be frank,
Shall I contemplate

These last words
I spoke to you,
On faint of morning,
With no one there,

Oh, 'tis but a lie--
To which you lived
Ever so greatly,
In no man's land--

For I lived
The opposite of you,
Knowing your deepest,
Darkest Lies,

To which hatred
And
Malice
Lived in equal Cries--

They'll say that
Only the lonely,
Can now survive,
But I will look

You directly
In the eye,
Laughing in Pain,
As you suffer in vain,

Judas,
You'll live,
Judas,
You'll die,

But the faint of morrow
Brings no regrets,
As you shall remain
One that beget

A sure-fire fate,
To which,
I originally,
Sat in contemplate,

Kissing you softly,
For to mark
The last betrayal--

The breath is gone,
Oh,

Judas, you bastard.