i"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."/i

a kiss on your feet to sell
Your soul to save the thousands
of the earth
thirty pices of silver for
each day You lived on earth
yet if
i had known what i did
millions till the future would burn
with me in the pits of hell

forgive them, forgive me
for i don't know what is wrong
or right
hung myself to death instead of
repenting after i counted on my
fingers how many times
the cock had crowed

perhaps all for the better
or the worse in richer or poorer
one man gone, perfect sense
for if i hadn't cheaply praised
and pledged myself anew
forgiveness would be bestowed
upon another who
didn't deserve it

because i knew the depth of
my loyalty which never amounted to much