Cursed (Iscariot)
Does this grief, you wonder, this deep gut wrenching grief, serve as a penance for your iniquities? Does that word ‘Iniquities’ even come close to describing the vile act you have performed? Innocence, you have given innocent blood to the brood of thirsty vipers. You are a puppet with broken strings. Dangling without a marionette to control your movements. You have done the bidding of those who never saw you as anything more than a fool. You lean back against a half dead tree and look out over the field. Your hands are clasped together as if in prayer, but who would listen to any plea of yours, even if you asked for mercy, after what you’ve done. You tip your head back and look up at that one solid branch, a single limb extending from the trunk. You brought the rope. It’s lying on the dead grass beside you. What have you done! He called you out, before you had made your move. Told you to do what you must. How co...