©My Judas Tree revisited
And for not being what I should have been
they cut my guts out of me
but not before they made me bleed
to feed their greed to fill their need
to see me hang from my Judas tree
To show the world their costly fee
To kill my hate to remove the seed
waiting dormant to spring from within me
I lived to tell and bit the hand that feeds
they left me dying in a bed of reeds
I cannot die I will not leave
until my vision gives sight to see.
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