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
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Danat Daniel
an aspiring rap artist who does poetry because im cool like that
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By S. A. Crawford5 days ago in Fiction
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Your poem was very emotional. I loved it!