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You came as a friend, your fangs well hidden

and took me in with your bewitching tentacles.

I considered you as a part of me, till

I found my rotting blood on your fangs;

I still can feel your venom engulf me

making me a part of the burning tree -

feeding on misunderstood philosophy.



The moment I found of I've become a part of what I hate,

I started hating myself.

I did your bidding without a question

for it was for a higher good -

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