Bubbling in ripples and fighting cohesive force
Plunge in! The force says
Brother, what is your take?
Eyes and hands fitted to a bag
Conscience rejected like an old hag
Sons of sons of Simon
Pouting lips in treacherous kisses
The heart is a bathroom
Letting all in to bath
A bath that leaves you covered in blood;
even naked Beelzebub
A little greed that ignite sinister bulbs
The horse at the stream who refused to drink
Did you run the cart into the ditch?
Does the slave sell his master?
Is thirty all there is to life?
Was Aceldama calling out to you?
Invoking upon her altar your once disciplined soul?
What do the goods in your stall portray?
Could it be what I have heard or goods on Bee Trays?
Could Iscariot have been a specie of carrot?