Poor Devil
Sick with rage and regret
Negative peace
Fatal scenes
Replaying in his mind
The 12th disciple
The last apostle
Poor devil
Never saw it coming
Useful idiot
Played his role
30 pieces
Doomed his soul
The earth would
Not cover his body
The sea would
Not swallow
his corpse
No steel could
cut him
The flame would
Not consume
Low hanging fruit
of a poisoned tree
Judas hung himself
Judas hung himself
It happened in the
field of clay
Jesus caught and
pushed him off the shelf
Bathed in burst
blood and bowels
he swayed
If Judas' betrayal
was predestined
The story's hinged
on cruelty manifested
Manipulated into his deception
The heel to blame
The rube with no redemption
Judas hung himself
Judas hung himself
In the old potter's
field of clay
From the knotty branch
He strangled as he danced
In his burst blood
and bowel he bathed
Bathed in burst
blood and bowel he swayed
Judas hung himself
Judas hung himself
In the potter's field his body stayed
Three red worms rose
from the rotten soil
Into his entrails to lay their eggs
Writer/s: Brendan Griffiths, Dylan Griffiths, Joshua Brettell, Orion Peter, Sharad Satsangi, Tim Moyer
