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by sands
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #1457267
An alternative version of Jesus and Judas's history for a competition
The Great Assassins Last Feast

Judas Iscariot was an assassin of great repute
Jesus the guild master accepted no dispute,
If your name was on their list, your blood would surely spill
The missions accomplished were not for profits in the till,

For societies less than desirables there was to be a purge
Romans and crooked politicians erased like a tidal surge,
Death was cloak and daggers sent in the thick of night
Legends in the growing to give your children a fright,

Like a winter’s gale blowing through your bones
No one dared walk the cobbled streets alone,
Murder and robbery fell to an all time low
No one wanted Judas, let alone Jesus for their foe,

Disguised as your friend, the king or a lover
You wouldn’t know where they were till it was over,
A sword in an alleyway or poison in your food
Everyone prayed to hell that each night they'd live through,

For the truly wicked there was no escape
As Jesus and Judas would eventually ensure their fate,
For many years the assassins swept the shadows clean
But in the end perhaps their confidence lost its sheen,

With Emperor Nero to be their latest prize
The assassins were unsuspectingly cut down to size,
Beneath the cloak of friendship, Nero invited them to dine
They accepted, not realizing the perilous fate they’d find,

For all his insanity, the devious Nero was smart
Constantly suspicious he fooled them from the start,
A feast of great proportion did the emperor provide
A night of drunken revelry, set dangerous worlds to collide,

Amid a flurry of naked dancers and sexual pursuits
The assassins were distracted by Nero’s tempting fruits,
As the sumptuous feast drew to its bloody conclusion
The emperor’s palace became a death bed of confusion,

By morning's end Jesus and Judas were hung upon the wall
A lesson for all to see just how far they’d come to fall,
To Nero life did not matter, his politics punished the traitor,
As emperor he alone, was the judge, jury and executioner.


Sandie-Leigh Edwards
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