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From Brutus With Love
It hurts when you know that trust is something you can't get. The great Julius Caesar didn't and so was the fate of many before and after him. When kindness, love, concern and honesty get interpreted as weakness, they rise and stab you from behind at the first possible chance and then leave you to bleed, a sad painful death. At least Brutus finished off the King fast, some mercy. But will I be spared from the pain... No, I think...
They say the King of Rome,
covered his face; resigned to his fate;
gave up his fight, seeing a face in the mob;
shattered by the thought; ...
'Torn-between' will be a soft state
when you are lost in this abyss so dark.
Left is the deep ravine, my duites,
right is the mount, the man I should be.
Ahead is my future, shrouded in mist;
behind me I drag the load, my past.
I cross this abyss, swept by chills;