Judas

Thoughts swirling in funnel cloud.
Voices growing ever loud.
Will I ever find rest?
Is there hope from this test?
Coins clanging in a cocaphony of madness
Is there ever escape from this confusion of
deep, deep anguish.
Or am I forever plagued with sorrow,
Multiplied by a sea of tommorow.
The only hope for I see
Is solace under that tree.
Will there be comfort there for me?
Or was my betrayal in vain?
Oh the torture of the insane!
Death! Only death offers freedom!
Lord forgive.........

Of course I will my son.
Your freedom I have won.
Take my hand,
I will help you stand
As you celebrate my kingdom.
Shhhhh.  Don't say a word.
Your heart I have heard.
I have come to bring you home