Judas the Suicider

Of him who kissed his Lord goodbye —Only himself to unexpectedly betray. The same Lord Whom he sold to die Has never died since then till this day. His love for money was badly high That he with his precious life did pay For what his recompense could not buy After he had fallen too bad, a prey. The same silver for which he died, He could not even a piece spend; "Take your thirty pieces!", he cried, "Why should I murder a dear Friend?!" Oh but too sad that he did decide To drive himself to such an ugly end, When to his neck a suicide rope he tied And to damnation his soul did send.