Betrayal a poem by Jeremy Matthews

O ye inflicter of delusion, proprietor of false deeds no matter what the script reads. Life's play vanishes your day to stand opposite of truth and call yourself friend is a bitter end. The betrayal you propagate now obligates your own destruction. The act is up the scene will come to pass to meet your end and all you have gained won't remain and ye shall plummet in disdain. A balling brook broken from its path fallen to wrath