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Present-Day Judas

Can't trust him He betrayed me He laid me Under the fire Yeaa, he burned me If I was a Roman I'd call him Brutus But since I'm catholic, lets call him Judas Trusted judas once, trusted him twice After the third time, realized I was tooo nice But I was finished, fed up, was done So I prayed in the name of the spirit, father and son That I remain calm, forget and forgive My prayers were answered, but I no longer live Of course judas was the cause of death His literal stab in my back Caused me to breathe my last breath But I have no regrets, because now I know My soul has risen above, where his will sink below

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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