Wisdom, truth and honour.
They lay like mantras on the mantle of his soul,
the message is the mandate,
heroic heralds stand before him,
courageous cowards that came cried and conquered,
but he sleeps,
as his Master prays,
he pries,
the night dawns and the valley violently veers his confidence,
after all he's being through,
he still doubts,
the sweet sound of sensuality seeps into sight as he sings the song of the serpent,
"it doesn't really matter,
Ignorance is bliss,
take these silver coins
Hiss"
Judas' kiss cold as the skin of a cold cobra,
spitting in the face of the Faithful,
change for change,
a bitter trade,
sticks and stones,
hangman,
the word went on the bitter betrayal, though ******,
was not the final word,
the fear of death that led him to cheat,
was now destroyed under the teacher's feet,
a lesson for all those that would follow his steps.
Virtues curfew cancelled forever.