A faceless Judas betrayed me-
Left me standing in the dock
Over a comment made in the heat of a moment.
I was no Jesus so I could not tell it was to happen.
What was your trade in silver?
Faceless- I'm shooting silver bullets in the dark.
When you stuck your knife in deep,
Did you rehearse my burial?
I'm alive you know!
The caged wounded lion is sometimes worse
Than the one roaming in the wild!
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