What is Truth? - Betrayal

Betrayal

Pain of the kiss, the sly kiss
in the garden of Gethsemane.
Now the kiss of betrayal, it stings,
so greatly and painfully stings.

Pounding and bleeding the back is speared,
bleeding and raw from lashes innumerable.
Trickling from thorny wounds, blood runs
and blinds the eyes.
Ligaments stretching and ripping,
skin softly tearing
with each
short breath
of agony.

A plea from the curse of the tree: “Father
forgive them: they don't know what they do.”
The kiss of betrayal still stings
as our black sin
crushes his frame.