“Did you see the High Priest’s face,
When Judas came back through the door?
When he threw down the price we paid,
Thirty Pieces, on the floor?”
“He was wild eyed, a bit insane,
as he tossed blood money at the Priest.
He’d been the Galilean’s friend
up until the Pesach feast.”
“They found him later on a tree,
with bulging eyes and blackened tongue.
The High Priest’s servants cut him down
But Judas was already done.”
“So now I’m charged to take his fee
and buy a modest piece of ground-
Where those like Judas can be interred
Who die unloved by anyone.”
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
“Did you see the High Priest’s face,
When Judas came back through the door?
When he threw down the price we paid,
Thirty Pieces, on the floor?”
“He was wild eyed, a bit insane,
as he tossed blood money at the Priest.
He’d been the Galilean’s friend
up until the Pesach feast.”
“They found him later on a tree,
with bulging eyes and blackened tongue.
The High Priest’s servants cut him down
But Judas was already done.”
“So now I’m charged to take his fee
and buy a modest piece of ground-
Where those like Judas can be interred
Who die unloved by anyone.”
( Two Temple Accountants discussing some events around the time of the Passion)
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