Why do you insist on being a friend to complicate my life with your drama, bad karma, talking shit around the back corner then sneaking back to the front of the line
acting like everything is just fine.
Why do you insist on the pretense of being nice when in fact your tongue slices like a knife
with you living “lower than a snake’s belly in a wheel rut” giving even the most vicious of vipers strive.
Why do you, why, why, why do you think anything you say have in anyway been taken as serious advice
when in fact you have consistently repeated all your lies twice.
I don’t want you to leave with the wrong impression, please understand,
you’ve always been liked it’s just that at first I could not see the poison you dropped in my life but now that I know what’s up, I do not wish for you to get up.
Just sit in your comfortable chair the one that has always been there, the very same one that would now have to be filled by someone new in case I should get rid of you because I have invested too many years in the likes of you to now be worried about a fresh interview. However you no longer get to pour my wine from now on wards you serve yours and I will mine.
It is not complicated after all it’s just the changing times was when it was the changing from nickels to silver dimes back when it was 30 pieces of Silver now even cheaper on facebook or twitter. Judases no longer hiding behind the builders of crosses when you can disappear behind the many pages of fake emails addresses blinded by your own ignorance’s thinking by closing your eyes will shield you from us seeing you thinking that your 100th repentance will disguise a well established arrogance begging for our temperance as if this is some truth and reconciliation but nothing can stop your destiny of your social execution with this pen being mightier than your sword
say a brief hello to your executioner, death by my word~