My name is Judas.
If you have the choice
between immortality and a heart-
And if the cost of singing like the angels
comes through an instance of petty treachery-
pluck out your tongue.
When the beauty of the gods
comes to take you away,
run to the graveyard,
and live your life in ashes first.
You choose to walk away.
Choose, you insufferable blesséd
Choose that dishonored road,
soaked with love’s blood at every step.
Love? I’ve never let it touch me since.