Lord I give thanks to your traitor
for without him the kingdom would be closed
he who hung himself to a lonely tree
he that wept like a child at midnight

Without you're glorious 13th
where would you be now Lord
I saw the tears run from your face
you comforted him with love and grace

I know why you did what you did
for I follow your path step by step
and if that means misunderstandings
then I am willing to call faith to yours

That poor lonely man
that wretched soul
the man who sold you for silver
not for gold


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris