The one who dips their bread in the dip
Will betray me, and who would dare
to do a thing like that? To stand before
the Son of God and place the tip
of some half-eaten crust into a bit of oil?
When the consequences come, this man who betrays
Will not believe how much blood is in the soil
How mobs run streets and hunt who prays
How everything that rises must converge
And empires fall, and kingdoms unkown merge
into empires, and a kid sits alone under a bridge
Feeling like they can never go home again
And all form and order breaks at the edges of time
and nothing rhymes, anymore, a man dies on a cross
And nothing rhymes anymore, dip bread into this
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