Trust my rage he said,
more like a whisper,
swollowed by the mist of sorrow,
where once was love,
it can´t ever be again
not like it was before,
you my deceiver,
the silver tongue drowning with lies,
who´s not born my brother,
but he always was,
I won´t ever trust in you again.
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