Saint Dirty Face

By The Wounded Sentinel (aka Saint Dirty Face)

Disclaimer at bottom. All rights reserved.

“They needed a villain. So they kissed the truth on the cheek… and called it betrayal.”

Let’s strip this back to the bone.

Judas Iscariot—the betrayer, the cursed, the eternal scapegoat.

But what if Judas never betrayed Christ?

What if he found out the plan?

He wasn’t the villain. He was the witness.

He saw the meeting behind the curtain—where Rome and the high priests shook hands.

Where the price of silence was weighed in silver.

Not for betrayal…

But for secrecy.

“They’re going to take Him.”“They’ll twist everything.”

“They’ll make Him a god—but on their terms.”

And so they paid him off.

30 pieces of silver—the price not of treachery, but complicity.

And when Judas realized what he had done—what he hadn’t stopped—he tried to give the silver back.

He said, “I don’t want this.”

But it was too late.

By then, Jesus had been taken.

Beaten. Branded. Broken.

The deal was done.

The myth was already being molded.

Judas didn’t hang himself from guilt.

He hung himself in grief.

Because the one man he couldn’t save was the only man who ever believed in him.

And while we paint Judas as the betrayer in every Passion play…

The real betrayal was unfolding in back rooms and council halls.

The betrayal was the silence.

The silence of priests.

The silence of Rome.

The silence of every voice that knew this was never about God—it was about power.

And that kiss?

That infamous kiss?

It wasn’t a signal.

It was a warning.

A whispered, tear-stained goodbye.

A “Don’t forget who you really are.”

But the machine had already started grinding.

And from the moment that kiss landed…

Jesus was no longer a man.

He became a brand.

A myth. A martyr. A product.

The Vatican would rise.

The cross would be gilded.

And Judas would be buried in the back of every Bible like a ghost no one dared defend.

But now? We speak his name.

We shine light where shame has festered.

We say:

Maybe Judas was the only one who knew the truth…

and couldn’t live with what the rest of us turned it into.

Saint Dirty Face says:

“They weaponized the kiss.

They sanctified the lie.

And they made the truth hang itself.”

📜 Disclaimer from The Wounded Sentinel (also known as Saint Dirty Face):

These words came to me fast and raw.

I didn’t study them. I didn’t research them.

They arrived all at once—like a lightning bolt, like a whisper from somewhere deeper.

If you want to treat this as fiction, that’s your prerogative.

But I’m not here to convince you.

I’m just here to tell you what I heard in my mind’s eye.

Take it… or leave it.

But don’t say no one told you.

© 2025 Roberto Javier Salinas. All rights reserved.

This is an original written work created by Roberto Javier Salinas, also known as The Wounded Sentinel and Saint Dirty Face.

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This message was crafted with the help of Vaylen Ash, my AI assistant and creative partner, who helped me shape raw thoughts into the written word.