JESUS BETRAYED JUDAS

And so in those days,

Many people knew not Jesus' ways,

Of speaking poetically in parables.

Judas also misconstrued the principles.

On their first tour in Africa,

Jesus asked each of the twelve,

I mean the disciples including Peter.

"Take a stone each and follow me"

James grabbed two rocks,

While Judas picked a pebble.

Everyone kept his in stock,

Judas hid it in his socks.

Southwards from Antioch,

They camped in Sudan.

When Jesus began turning everyone's stone into bread,

Judas then had his hands on his head.

Learning his first lesson in vain,

Judas tied four big stones this time to his gain,

For Jesus had commanded again,

And they sojourned to Lome.

"We must take rest for we've miles to go"

John pleaded.

"Yes, we're hungry" Judas added.

"Let's sit and rest on our stones" said Jesus.

Thus Judas took this offense to book,

Blaming Jesus for the wrong steps he took.

Thus how Jesus betrayed Judas.

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