Bad News, Judas

Bad News, Judas
Bad News, Judas

The town bell’s creed
Some gated, faded pages
That never got to me
Please pity
Coarse terrain, drunken sages

Sir, hand me your arm
Give me the common rule
I’ll study them I swear
But ain’t a sacred fucking fool

Never knew I was such bad news
These gears, they spin within
I only did what I had to do
So just pardon me my “mortal sin”

Keep me with you until dawn
The bedpost, a ceramic swan
Keep me with you until the light goes on
We both won’t know the name of this song

The town’s sky is cloudy as hell
Shining only on smooth machination
I shouldn’t feel this exile
Because it’s my honor, my damnation

Would Judas please take his Last Supper
On his way to the grave
Because him and I don’t see
Light of the common knave
Left to scrap up a solace
Because we can’t seem to “behave”

Melanie Falconer is a freelance writer and editor living in Los Angeles, California. Her writing mainly concerns philosophy, personal experiences, cultural commentary, and her love of the visual and performing arts. If you’d like to reach out to her, you can do so here.

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