The moment left my fingertips numb
the day was hot
and harbored Judas somewhere in the fabric
breaking bread with the enemy
and getting high on information
that will cost him his life
we cross paths
seconds pass
and the sky darkens
with hearts rich in the tyranny of evil men
my eyes failed me then
i was fearless before him
but the tension breaks
and the world begins to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem