Every time I stole a coin or cheat my neighbor,
I find myself crying, sometimes sobbing
Every time I inflict pain on a fellow, I leave on me a greater measure
Not because the ones I hurt stab me back,
But because of a man always around, ever since I can remember,
who would break my heart whenever I pierce the heart of another.
but suddenly made a turn and begged the ones from whom I stole.
Two teardrops for each one I caused fell from my cheeks,
And on my knees I handed the goods back to the ones I took them from,
because this man had started again.
His whip firmly gripped in his hand, he would not spare…
Judas, after collecting thirty pieces from the plotters,
His paths never straight anymore,
One step forward and two steps backward,
Till one day he bursts his guts in the field,
Even after light goes off and sun is down
His eyes and gaze never take a rest
His voice in the dark can’t be mistaken
He’d remind you what was taught in children’s church
How you agreed with teacher that you only reap what you sow
He grips the heart and tears the flesh apart from bones
Before morning comes the bed is wet with tears of repentance.
I should be the worst of all wicked
I should be the chief in the house of cruelty
but thanks to the eyes and gaze of conscience
To whom I owe all of my sanity.