Befriended Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

It's a crying shame when your best friend is someone that hates you; acknowledging the deceit of others, betraying your well-being, assured one thing that's fact; by your foe is provided, because of their malice intents up front.

It's totally wrong to pick your worst enemy as your favorite buddy; selecting them completely over those you were intended to love: but this pick will never alter its aim to cut down on your efforts, having no regrets.

Demons will always try to belittle, assured of that fact, attempting all their efforts aimed to always kill you: while those close are a gamble, they might betray any course of life had by you.

So, here are my determined to be choices; given both their odds of probabilities with their pros and cons: between the two set selections I must pick the lesser evil of them.