wise man

Judas wished upon the stars

as the deceiver who wept for his lords mercy,

To take the pain of Mary and wash it upon her son

But the daughter carries the thorns of the crown

Pricking at his every mistake

Washing the blood of the messiah upon his last disciple

Oh Judas,

To grieve in a world of forgotten religion,

is to grieve the loss of yourself

The Lord commended that the boy be brought to Jerusalem

Let him pray upon his lords mercy,

Let him bury his knees in the grounds soil

Look upon whom stars you find the brightest

As they shine still in their decaying forgiveness