How Early it Began

How early it began,

Betrayal.

Nothing new here,

Just Betrayal.

Selling out friends,

Allies and saviors gone.

 

It has to be part of the big plan,

Betrayal.

Death and pain for personal gain,

Pure Betrayal.

Thirty pieces of silver,

how little an amount for what it caused.

 

It rots the soul,

Betrayal.

Cannot be erased from the mind,

Utter Betrayal.

Pollutes everything,

And begs to be ceased.

 

Cannot be undone,

Betrayal.

If wishes were fishes…

Regretted Betrayal.

Forgive yourself,

Before you ask forgiveness of others.

 

Drives one mad,

Betrayal.

Guilt can do many things to man.

Betrayal of Self

Death reveals all.

Only God can judge.

 

Betrayal is nothing new.

The End

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