On the night that Judas betrayed

On that Night,
the passion of the moon was red.

Thick atmosphere,
the dark clouds descended.

A slave sold his Master
For 30 pieces of coins

The gentle kiss of the frenemy
Was a knife to the Master’s chest.

The master fell. The slave too.
The Master rose again. The slave never did.


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