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Dec 2023
on that last day of super
we dine with Jesus

i sat at His right hand
he always knew

that the flesh is
weak in man

He look at me again
fresh eyes journeyed into my soul

there to find the reason
for the unholy betrayal

my soul replied in broken tears
for thirty shekels of gold
Written by
Stu Harley
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