The Traitor       

A man deals and succeeded
With pain that stretch his being
He hated and sougth death
Afterward found one on a tree.

Never mind,
Never mind the wisiest fool
Whose eyes are fixed on meat
And considered not that it was bait.

"Here is your thirty silver coin,Mr. Judas
The ship has left the harbour
I wish you can have another chance
It's just once in a life time".

A man deals and succeeded
Succeeded, in hanging on a tree.
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