| 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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