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I look through these broken eyes,
Looking at this web of well spun lies,
Searching for the wolf in sheep’s disguise,
Trying to find where the truth lies.
Tricked by friends, I was, twice,
Stabbed in the back, I was, trice.
With deceit and sweet words poised to slice,
Wounding me with those invisible knives.
After that I grew to be wise,
Never to be cheated or tricked by vice.
But then, at what price?
Now all I see are not friends but spies!
Christ!
Sad are the tears when a grown man cries!
As I write this, I see tears from the skies,
It splatters on my skin, as cold as ice,
I continue my sorrow as time flies,
How will it be, as Fate rolls his dice?
I stop my tears and sigh, wondering if such would be my demise.