Charles Darnell (01/19/1950 / St Martinsville, Louisiana)
Here I am in the last scene of that last act.
This how you wanted it, right?
You got your crucifixion
And I hear you’ll be up and around
In a few days.
I got my silver and my regrets
And all that’s left
Is my own exit, stage right.
The props are all here,
The rope is thrown over the limb
And I just slip it on and jump!
I guess they’ll find me in a day or two,
The potter’s field awaits!
Before I go,
I want to know,
Had I willed it so,
Could I have said “no”?
I suspect you’d have used Thomas,
(He was always skeptical)
Or Peter, (he’s as malleable and dense as lead.)
He denied you three times for God’s sake!
If I had no choice,
Then why am I a villain?
Just following orders, as they say,
And believe me, it wasn’t the coin.
If I’d known what I was in for,
I’d have given it all back.
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