I, Judas Iscariot

We proclaim Your death, O Lord, and profess Your resurrection, until You come again.

I've always been Catholic, born and well raised

With Bible and Christ well enmeshed in my days.

How dare I question, criticize, or deny?

I pray every night, and I hear no reply,

So, I am that betrayer with doubt than a kiss.

My Lord, why is it You died for all this?

Why take up Your cross along the merciless path,

When You could smite sinners with half of Your wrath?

Why suffer in anguish for doubters like me?

Aren’t You the King, O God Almighty?

Then why would You do this, and where have You gone?

Though sinner I am, I am not Babylon.

I have kept Your commandments and followed the law.

I have cared for my brothers. Your process is flawed!

If you think I’m guilty and worthy of neglect,

Then perhaps it is You who I ought to reject!

What blasphemy I have said, for the man who would die

To pay for my sins? Lord, this is Goodbye...

I have stolen Your blood, and now You’ll pay the fee

While I return the blood silver and hang limp from a tree.

Oh Lord, please forgive me for writing this verse

For fear of abandonment after my hearse.