Even the iron still fears the rot, hiding from something I cannot stop walking on shadows, I can't lead him back.
SATAN appears.
Do you know him? Call unto him. Touch him. He is not there. Because he does not exist, Judas. Rather, they must conjure him, and still he is but a vapor blown away by a hummingbird's breath. He is false. He is a lie. He is not real. Touch him. Go ahead.
JUDAS: I don't wanna touch him.
JESUS: Stand up, Judas.
JUDAS: You know I can't do that!
JESUS: No. What I know—is that you can.
JUDAS: Get the fuck over yourself!
JESUS: Will you feed my lambs, Judas? ... Will you take care of my little sheep? ... Will you feed my lambs?!
JUDAS: "Feed your lambs"?
JESUS: You know exactly what I'm asking you.
JUDAS: Go away!
JESUS: If you don't love me, Judas—then you're gonna have to look me in my eyes and say it.
JUDAS: I don't love you.
JESUS: If you don't love me, then why are you here?
JUDAS: Go!The Last Days of Judas Iscariot / Stephen Adly Guirgis.
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