Despair of Judas I will rest here, awhile. His face! His face! Not comely now.

There is no beauty init. It is scarred into my heart. It is burned into my soul and never will it lift fromme until I die. Die? Will death quench the flames which consume me? Traitor, notendless years in hell can even pay the crime of murdering the son of God. And last night, he dealt with me so gently. He washed my feet. He bade me to putmy hand into the cup with his, while in my purse there jingled the coins whichbought his blood. It was better for that man that he had never been born. Who?Who but I, who but I, I who betrayed him! What you do, do it quickly. He knew, and kept my sin a secret.Friend, where unto have you come, Judas, Judas, do you betray the Son of Godwith a kiss? Friend! Friend! He called me his friend. The man I betrayed called me his friend.How hell must have laughed. Why did not the mountains fall on me? Why did not the earth gape and swallow me up? Why did not the sea overwhelmme? Friend. Ha! Ha! Friend. Ha! Ha! Ha! The world will know Judas as the friend. The world will point to Judas as a by word, and as a pledge of broken faith! Do you think Judas you can hide from the father of your friend Jesus? Not even inhell can I escape. Not in the grave for the earth will spurn my corpse. Not in theheavens for Jesus the friend is there.What hope for Judas? What hope for Judas? Not even in hell can I escape for hecalled me devil, and devils cried out: torment us not, Jesus, Judas, faithless friend,devil, one of whom it would have been better not to have been born. There is nohope for you, no hope, no hope

Am I to be Blamed?
Theyre chasing me, theyre chasing me.,No they must not catch me. I have enough money now, yes enough for my starving mother and brothers. Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me. I need to buy my mother her medication. Please.(but the cops would handcuff him) Very well, officers? Take me to your headquarters. Good morning captain! No captain, you are mistaken, I was once a good boy, just like the rest of you here. Just like any of your children. But time was, when I was reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived honestly in life. My, father, mother, brothers, sisters and I. But then, poverty enters the portals of our home. My father became jobless, my mother got ill. The small savings that my mother had kept for our expenses were spent. All for our daily needs and her needed medicine. One night, my father went out, telling us that he would come back in a few minutes with plenty of food and money, but that was the last time I saw him. He went with another woman. If only I could lay my hands on his neck I would wring it until he can breathe no more. If you were in my place, youll do it, wont you Captain? What? you wont still believe in me?. Come and Ill show you a dilapidated shanty by a railroad. Mother, mother Im home, motherother?!. There Captain, see my dead m other. Captain? there are tears in your eyes? Now pack this stolen money and return it to the owner. What good would this do to my mother now? Shes already gone! Do you hear me? shes already gone. Am I to be blamed for the things I have done?