O God, what have I done to offend thee? Save me from this desolate place! I search the impenetrable darkness; I strain to hear a reply to my calls, but none is given. The darkness and I have become one. I am not alone. Others are in the darkness; they moan and weep.

Pounding. Pounding. Pounding in the deepest depths of the darkness; the sound of nails being hammered into wood. The sound is constant; a reminder of former transgressions. But what of forgiveness? What of mercy? What of compassion? Do you not hear my cries for help, O God?

Those around me, those I cannot see, are not able to comfort me. I am utterely alone. My own soul torments me.

Was it worth it?

Nothing will be able to take away my despair.

Do you not miss the desire? The lust?

If I would have known the penalty, I would never have dared give in to my passions.

Yet you did give in, and you did know the consequences. Even now you make excuses. When He wanted to hold you, you struck His hand. When He tried to walk with you, you struck His feet. When He tried to whisper words of peace into your ear, you struck His mouth. His wisdom meant nothing to you, for you bound His head with your treachery. His love meant nothing to you, for you pierced His heart with your love for iniquity.

Stop these lies! Your words decieve me!

You yell when yelling will come to nought. You cry repentance when the door has been shut.

How could I have been so mistaken? O the memories of a forgotten age. I depair of myself. I want to die, but behold, I am already dead! Just give me one more chance. I will please You. I will worship You. But there is no reply from the darkness. Darkness has no wisdom, so he that walks in darkness does not know where he is going. Once again, I hear the pounding. I know the sound. I know what I have done. The images haunt my every thought. I know who I am. I know my name.

My name is Judas, and I have nailed the Christ to the cross.

Pounding. Pounding. Pounding in the deepest depths of the darkness. Like those around me, I can only moan and weep, remembering the last words spoken to me:

I NEVER KNEW YOU. DEPART FROM ME YOU WORKER OF INIQUITY.

What will be the last words that you hear?

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Posted by ams 2008-06-30 12:01:54 .... wow. good story. original idea too, to write the passion through the eyes of Judas, especailly since he was always portrayed as the good guy turned bad. your descriptions were really good too. + Report this comment
Posted by philneale1952 2008-06-30 12:05:32 .... This stands apart from some of the trite stuff on here. Normally don't like shorts as short as this, becasue there's precious little time to transfer a meaning, but this was bloody good. You got a lot of meaning into such a little volume. Phil + Report this comment
Posted by lemon 2008-06-30 12:33:03 .... That was really great! Things from Judas' point of view. I remember reading the scripture that says 'then satan entered into him' before Judas betrayed Jesus... so was Judas in control of his own actions? a point to ponder. =] + Report this comment
Posted by Willowtree123 2008-07-09 17:44:54 .... Good story. It made me think. I once read that the whole Judas' betrayal to Jesus was all pre-planned. Like Jesus knew one had to betray him so to fulfill the prophecy. Judas was really the beloved desciple and Jesus entrusted him with the most important and difficult job. Kind of like how Snape ended up being good all along and Dumbledore knew he had to die and trusted Snape to kill him. Yeah, I know, the whole things pretty blasphemous, especially coming from a Roman Catholic like myself. Oh well, I'd rather think of it in this way instead of Judas cold-heartedly betraying the saviour. Wouldn't you? + Report this comment

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