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.