Tomorrow I betray you.
As you have asked me to do.
It is with heaviness in my heart that I heed my master’s words.
Lord, if only your feet would be here to catch the tears of contrition that will surely fall come the morrow of my death.
Yes, death, my Lord. For I, Judas Iscariot, will never again be what I am today. I will be an empty shell of a man. But for you I will carry the venom that will surely be spat upon me for the rest of my days.
For tomorrow, my Lord, at the behest of my kiss, they will take you.
While you carry the weight of worlds in your heart.
May it come to pass as you said, my Lord. May our God intervene; may the Romans’ beloved torture devices no more besmirch this land.
You said I will be doing God’s work—that I am God’s own instrument.
You touched my cheek.
My Lord, I beseech thee, reconsider the decision you have taken. Surely your wisdom is needed in this world for yet some more time.
Tarry, my Lord.
Lift this burden from my heart.
Though if you remain steadfast in your resolve, know that I am always your brother, ever ready to do your bidding.
Your Humble Servant,
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