"Judas, After"
shiny silver suns burn in my palms
their brightness beckons me
I cannot turn away
the crack of whips snap
me awake, moans
and laughter mock me like crows
I see him fallen as a tree
cloaked in purple thorns
what have I done
the suns bleed in my hands
and I throw them on the temple floor
try to wash in the river, useless
the highest tree then
the strongest rope
the tightest noose
no one can bring me to life
no one can save me
I have come undone
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