we are men at arms and men at heart
we are adept in the battlefield of life
i'm willing to catch a bullet for you
but you'd willingly stab me in the back
i heard you would even leave me wounded
just so you can save yourself in the blink
you told me once you're naturally selfish
but i didn't know it extends to narcissism
if you sense that i get close to your friends
you'd do your best to cut off our closeness
you'd ruin my name so they would push me away
and they'd never figure about your twisted tales
you never want me to have comrades
more than the number of your disciples
we are men at arms and men at heart
but your heart is black and rotten
YOU ARE READING
MACHIAVELLIAN: The Book of Ronan
Poetry*COMPLETED* "You spread the fakest destructive lies about me, and I wrote a cryptic book about you."
