Death by resurrection,
my Judas cuts to bleed.
His wounds colour grape
and his lip stung with pain.
"Where's my blood?
I just wanted to chastise my sin."
The entirety of the Earth
hollowed his soul
with inaudible movements
and still breaths.
Numb and dead,
no blood is to cry.
His victimised emotions
exhale.
Judas still hangs
from a rope made
with hands
of the holy people
who didn't pray for him.
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Bethany Louise Rose
26th April 2015
@ 7:09 pm
