Betrayer of Life
Tom Viall

How could I?
The betrayer am I.
For thirty silver.
Money is replaceable
But that was not.
With my soul,
I bought the nails,
the hammer, and
the whip.
I gave him the kiss.
The signal that he
would soon die.
And where, oh where
is my silver now?
Gone and so is he.
All because of me
And yet, all for me.
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