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30 Tarnished Silver: The Cost of a Broken Messiah
My hands are stained red
With the blood of man
And blackened by the touch
Of thirty tarnished silver
Such is the price of life
So wasted and fleeting
Crime without punishment
When a man is cheating
Brothers, aboard on a quest to spread the word of laws
Written by men, such as I, broken with sinning and flaws
Stripped down to the core, is there nothing inside
This wrecked and feeble shell with the devil on my side?
A crown woven with thorns awaiting my brother
On a blood-stained cross erected by man for another
Slaughter of the charlatans by the will of lords
Begone false prophets to the deepest hell with your words
People gather around me to watch with grim eyes
As the highest soldiers prepare to smite the speaker of lies
Behold, the riches flow with betrayal
I will see you, my brother, in hell
You speak of forgiveness with a knife in your back
But keep your pity for it is sentiment that I lack
I ask for none and I will not accept your hand
As it offers me peace, I spit as a beast from the sands
The Judas in me labors the absolute truth
That never in all of my days could I be just like you
I was born of another mold of betrayal
Like a cool wind blowing tattered and plagued black sails
A gilded god, I will lay in my tomb of gold
As you, a broken messiah, rots away in his mold
Behold, the riches flow with betrayal
I will see you, my brother, in hell
Such is the price of life
So wasted and fleeting
Crime without punishment
When a man is cheating
I have never seen
Your miracles
As one of your flock
Your disciples
I never asked
To be your friend
To be a follower
It is all so simple
To sell you out
One of your own
Disciples
My hands are stained red
With the blood of man
And blackened by the touch
Of thirty tarnished silver
Now with this bag of silver you will be damned
All for the love you feel and the sinning of man
I feel no remorse for my course actions
To choose the left hand road against your broken faction
Look at our past, ask yourself one simple question
Which of us betrayed who in your quest for that heaven
That seems out of reach even for a man like you
Supposedly favored by your lord
Now who betrayed who?
Behold, the blood flows with betrayal
Together, my brother, burned in hell
With the blood of man
And blackened by the touch
Of thirty tarnished silver
Such is the price of life
So wasted and fleeting
Crime without punishment
When a man is cheating
Brothers, aboard on a quest to spread the word of laws
Written by men, such as I, broken with sinning and flaws
Stripped down to the core, is there nothing inside
This wrecked and feeble shell with the devil on my side?
A crown woven with thorns awaiting my brother
On a blood-stained cross erected by man for another
Slaughter of the charlatans by the will of lords
Begone false prophets to the deepest hell with your words
People gather around me to watch with grim eyes
As the highest soldiers prepare to smite the speaker of lies
Behold, the riches flow with betrayal
I will see you, my brother, in hell
You speak of forgiveness with a knife in your back
But keep your pity for it is sentiment that I lack
I ask for none and I will not accept your hand
As it offers me peace, I spit as a beast from the sands
The Judas in me labors the absolute truth
That never in all of my days could I be just like you
I was born of another mold of betrayal
Like a cool wind blowing tattered and plagued black sails
A gilded god, I will lay in my tomb of gold
As you, a broken messiah, rots away in his mold
Behold, the riches flow with betrayal
I will see you, my brother, in hell
Such is the price of life
So wasted and fleeting
Crime without punishment
When a man is cheating
I have never seen
Your miracles
As one of your flock
Your disciples
I never asked
To be your friend
To be a follower
It is all so simple
To sell you out
One of your own
Disciples
My hands are stained red
With the blood of man
And blackened by the touch
Of thirty tarnished silver
Now with this bag of silver you will be damned
All for the love you feel and the sinning of man
I feel no remorse for my course actions
To choose the left hand road against your broken faction
Look at our past, ask yourself one simple question
Which of us betrayed who in your quest for that heaven
That seems out of reach even for a man like you
Supposedly favored by your lord
Now who betrayed who?
Behold, the blood flows with betrayal
Together, my brother, burned in hell
Published 15th Jul 2014
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- Edited 16th Jul 2014 6:19am
15th Jul 2014 10:58pm
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16th Jul 2014 3:50am
16th Jul 2014 5:26am
you bring Iscariot to life, in the way he sanctions his crime of betrayal. well documented w/references to the passion of Christ...
16th Jul 2014 5:32am
16th Jul 2014 11:53pm
This felt like You shared some personal touches (adding truth/experience) to the Ink!!!
Outstanding Write Sir!!!
The flow and wording hooked throughout-
My hands are stained red
With the blood of man
And blackened by the touch
Of thirty tarnished silver
-and that is a hell of a lead-in!!!
Outstanding Write Sir!!!
The flow and wording hooked throughout-
My hands are stained red
With the blood of man
And blackened by the touch
Of thirty tarnished silver
-and that is a hell of a lead-in!!!
17th Jul 2014 00:10am
much appreciated, my friend. I was inspired the Dresden books with the Knights of the Blackened Denarius, with them being an order of fallen angels. I thought it would be kind of cool to take that and put my own spin on it.
17th Jul 2014 00:40am
Anonymous
17th Jul 2014 4:36pm
Aah, Sir Hades. My apologies for not reading this sooner nor leaving a comment well deserved. I don't know much about the books of Dresden nor it's fallen angel Knights but isn't that the [dark] beauty of it all - to not know? - so when a person like myself reads their imaginations are left to their own devices. The interwoven of words and the play of consistent rhyming verses makes this piece brilliant. Well done! xo, Devlin.
17th Jul 2014 11:57pm
thank you so much, Devlin. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I, myself, am a huge fan of urban fantasy and to me the Dresden files are probably the best in the genre. If you're into that then check them out.
Excellence in extreme!
Reminds of a story. A local politician was offered a bribe from a crooked contractor who placed an envelope on his desk.
The politician took out the money, and carefully counted it with a smile. Then handed it back to the contractor and said, "sorry but I don't take bribes."
"Then why in the Hell did you bother counting the money," the angry contractor demanded?"
The politician calmly answered, "I just wanted to know the current value of 30 pieces of silver."
Reminds of a story. A local politician was offered a bribe from a crooked contractor who placed an envelope on his desk.
The politician took out the money, and carefully counted it with a smile. Then handed it back to the contractor and said, "sorry but I don't take bribes."
"Then why in the Hell did you bother counting the money," the angry contractor demanded?"
The politician calmly answered, "I just wanted to know the current value of 30 pieces of silver."
28th Jul 2014 6:48am
