The Betrayal Judas
I watched him walk toward me in the garden.
Moonlight carved shadows across his face.
He knew where I would be.
He always knew—I told him everything.
And still…he came with soldiers.
He came not to worship, but to sell me.
I LET HIM CLOSE
I let him hold the money bag.
I let him sit beside me at the table.
I washed his feet.
I fed him the bread of heaven.
He saw the miracles.
He heard the heartbeat of God.
And still… he chose silver.
Not out of ignorance—but out of calculation.
BETRAYAL IS INTIMATE EVIL
It is not the slap of an enemy.
It is the kiss of a friend.
And that kiss burned hotter than the whips.
He used my love as a weapon.
He turned trust into a dagger.
He cloaked destruction in devotion.
That’s what makes betrayal so evil—it doesn’t come as a threat.
It comes as a hand on your shoulder, a whisper in the dark, a kiss on the cheek.
It is not just a crime of action—it is a desecration of connection.
EVIL DOESN’T ANNOUNCE ITSELF
It walks beside you.
Smiles in your presence.
Agrees with your teachings.
And secretly plots your fall.
He didn’t yell.
He didn’t argue.
He just… made a deal.
And said: “The one I kiss, He is the one.”
He sold me for the price of a slave.
I FELT IT
I felt the moment it happened.
I knew the betrayal before the lips even touched my face.
And still… I called him friend.
Because love does not retaliate.
Because even in his fall,
I offered the open hand of redemption.
But he chose the rope instead of repentance.
JUDAS WAS NOT JUST A MAN—HE WAS A MIRROR
Every soul must ask: Where have I kissed the face of God and walked away with coins?
Where have I sold truth for approval?
Where have I betrayed Love for comfort, power, or control?
I endured the cross.
But it was the kiss that cut deepest.
Let no one say betrayal is minor.
It is a sacred violation.
It is hell in disguise.
It is the darkest magic—cloaked in light.
And I carried it.
For you.
For the world.
Because love is stronger than betrayal.
And I will never betray you.
