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Judas Iscariot.
The assassins were abroad,
an ultimate prize was near.
Cheap at half the price
thirty dirty pieces of silver
were worth anyones blown guts.
A kiss after all is just a kiss
of sorts.
A man labelled for life.
The betrayer,
saint or sinner
it matters not to us
now.
The whole world
needed a patsy.
Where were you when you
first read it?
But more importantly,
where are you now?
