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    Friends Never Again Until The Very End

    written by: John O'Grady
    Category: Tragic


    Forgetting myself to help another
    Giving a home to whom, I thought was my brother
    Only to find that he was stealing from my father and mother
    Trying my hardest to see the good
    Yet now all I see is a pathetic shell where a great being once stood
    A thief with no honor,
    Whom I thought was my blood
    Yet now this red oil boils and curdles
    Casting out my hand to help him over these hurdles
    Only to find that he was merely a puppet
    To his master, Indulgence
    Now at the peak of the night all I can feel for this poor puppet is strife
    For he is now hiding in the shadows of what was my love
    My trust will never be earned so obtained again
    On this day he has burned his last string
    That hung him above the cold cruel stage
    Surrounded by bars and hard wood he will dance where he will never escape
    Like the pathetic puppet his will always be
    Next to his father
    The man he hated so much has become him
    Devouring his undefiled wisdom
    Cowering from fear of what is yet to come
    And the joker will be there at his last breath
    Laughing at him as he endures his second death
    To contain this sorrow that wrenches my soul
    Never again will I be whole
    He has taught me more in one night then I could ever conceive
    But only through trickery and deceit
    Now I can see right through this veil he has cast over my third eye
    He used my only weakness against me
    My kind heart will never beat the same
    But where my heart once beat so zealously
    Now there is a hole filled with hatred and pain
    This is where our paths have split
    And on his grave is where I will shit
    No longer will I open my home to anyone
    The feeling of trust is now wrenched from my cold boney hands and thrust into the very heart of oblivion
    Never again will I say this word
    I have been stabbed with the sharpest of swords
    Jesus and I are alike in a way
    Betrayed by our best friend
    Whom we thought would be there until the very end...


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