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With thirty pieces at your feet Isaiah's prophecy: made complete. Your infamy sealed with a kiss May be more compelling Than your place on Satan's list. Though history be untelling, Through you His will be done To ensure your friend Go down as His forgiving son. You both knew before The bread was dipped, The soldiers: he wanted tipped. Apostles fell from twelve to eleven. You secured your spot in heaven.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
Mr. Iscariot
With thirty pieces at your feet Isaiah's prophecy: made complete. Your infamy sealed with a kiss May be more compelling Than your place on Satan's list. Though history be untelling, Through you His will be done To ensure your friend Go down as His forgiving son. You both knew before The bread was dipped, The soldiers: he wanted tipped. Apostles fell from twelve to eleven. You secured your spot in heaven.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
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