He was betrayed in the house of his friends
That little corner house of his friends
What evils were planned in that little house of friends
Here he comes, here he goes, into the house of his friends
The thick stench of poisoned breath filled the air
He looked upon their faces with hope
they looked upon him as a predator to its prey
stalking their next victim in the grasslands of sin
He dares not speak or move
paralyzed by his predetermined distraught
those once full and happy
are now eaten and possessed by loss
The neighbor walks alone now
kicking the rose off the sidewalk
why God why did this have to happen
he says,
all because one couldn't stop the talk
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