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Love Like Judas (poem)

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That night was genocide,
Turning Gethsemane into Dachau.
I thought I washed my hands of this,
But they were stained blood red,

Turning Gethsemane into Dachau.
Swords shining under light of torches,
They were stained blood red.
Thirsty for flesh,

Our swords shining under light of torches,
As we marched on gardens turned graveyards.
Thirsty for flesh.
I was Judas for a moment.

We marched on gardens turned graveyards,
And Eden became our resting place.
I was Judas for a moment,
I took what was important to me and turned her into a martyr.

Eden became our resting place,
With apples caught in our throats and us caught in sheets.
I took what was important to me and turned her into a martyr.
Jesus had Mary’s lips.

With apples caught in our throats and us caught in sheets.
There are parts of her that remind me of passover,
Jesus had Mary’s lips.
Her eyes were what I thought a woman’s should’ve been.

There are parts of her that remind me of passover,
Her fleece was pure.
Her eyes were what I thought a woman’s should’ve been.
I painted the doorway to my bedroom with her sacrificial blood.

Her fleece was pure.
That night was genocide.
I painted the doorway to my bedroom with her sacrificial blood.
But I thought I washed my hands of this…

When you crucify women in your bed,
Remorse will hang you like Judas.

There is still a few lines and words that I need to work on, but that’s what I’ve got! The poem is in the style of a pantoum, which is probably the most interesting poem style that I’ve ever written in :)

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