The falsehood and betrayal
and those considered just
truthful and loyal
of those once called friend
now seen anew
seen with open eyes
self serving, uncaring
Et tu, friend
to come calling soon
when you are in need
and in my hour of need
your silence speaks aloud
solitude birthed a new soul
one you may not know
or ever care to
though why change a habit
Et tu, friend
for when the truth comes calling
run
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