With insincere loyalty,
you worship and adore me
Wishing and smiling at me
With desperate and awful thoughts.
You said You're my friend
But you're delighted stabbing me
Right behind my shadow,
and aspersing my pious stories.
You enjoyed goodies in my expenses
But left me in the cold night
With hungry and fever killing me.
What a faithful and loving foe you are?
Twirling your character
doesn't make you worthy,
Rather you are a worthless
glittering illusion.
When drum of good tidings
is heard in my roof,
you come like advocator of goodness
Rather you are paragon of wickedness.
When I have a pellet in my musket,
I would rather stored it in your skull
Than killed an innocent serpent.
B'cause, I would rather died by venom of serpents
Than died in your ironical kindness.
Friends are greatest foe
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