People call Judas a traitor. The man who sold out his savior for silver. A villain. A monster. A coward. But if you ask me... Judas was nothing of the sort. He was necessary. Without Judas, there is no betrayal. Without betrayal, no crucifixion. And without the crucifixion, no resurrection, no salvation no Christianity. Judas played the role no one else dared to. He carried the weight of eternal blame so the story could move forward. He didn’t betray the story he completed it. Is that not the greatest sacrifice? To be hated for doing what had to be done? They needed someone to fall so another could rise. And he accepted that. So when I kill... when I destroy... when I tear something down so something else can be born don’t call me a traitor. I’m not the villain. I’m just the one who knows how the story ends.