Fable

Remorse not felt
No guilt
Why should I?
He didn't deserve to die?
Explain, please
They're all over, uniformed fleas
Poor whimpering mistress
They leave, kiss this
Betrayal, traitor
Love is greater
But did her get him first?
Brother, his blood did he thirst?
Sick, we used to friends!
Now his blood on my hands
He came to kill!
For fun, a thrill!
Double agent
Him I resent
I'm glad you're dead
Raven, bought the price on my head
A trusted man, a (brief) lover
And my love's brother!
But you weren't as good
Tried as you could
Moral, slimy night crawler?
Don't fuck with Lola