Gethsemane, Revisited

That I was there to ruminate, in the solitude of bliss,
Asking not the Auguries, if I have been remiss;
To question the blustering piety of truth,
Forged by the scarlet tyranny, in a kiss.

Iscarot, in his charted course, forsooth,
Whose selfless eccles from heaven's roof,
Saved mankind with his courageous gift;
An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.

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Judas gave up his life and good name and got nothing for carrying out God\'s plan, but shame, while Jesus, is glorified.