it happens when you least expect it
"et tu, brute?" were the last words he uttered
before falling down on his knees
a witness to a horrific scene
where Brutus stood with the crowd of assassin
with his dagger in Caesar's heart

it happens when you least expect it
Caesar's cries echoed through the halls
the hurt was caused by a dearest beloved friend
who promised to stood by and defend the empire
Did Brutus ever shed tears or did he ever stopped his hands?
23 stabs but only one hurt that came from the one who he loved

friends that were born under the stars
one in noble family and another in the lowly class
Morgana as in the royal family of Camelot
and Gwen in the lowly ones in outskirts of capital
she never once looked down on her
treated her as a sister, a friend to **** someone for

fate always shows its fangs when the time is right
illegitimate daughter of the king and a witch in disguise
her biggest crime was to be born in that family
who hunts the magic worshipers, calling their existence a crime
to survive one must layout their plans carefully
so did she and planned to **** the father and beloved brother Arthur

who shall Gwen respond to?
Is it the cries on the outskirts of their friendship?
or be a sword for the man she is in love with
A wife to the prince of Camelot
so she made a quick assessment
defied all her relationship with Morgana
and stood in the court of justice to defend her husband

you cannot expect to trust a lion after removing his teeth
you know it can easily **** you with his claws
you cannot expect a traveler who went to a new south
to return to his old south in the same color of flame
he learned new ways of life, forgetting the ones he left behind
he learned to betray to make his way to appeal his kind

he sat beside me as a friend
while hiding his claws behind the back
and whenever i tried to reclaim my power
my bones were broken by the fate's plan

i never said no and allowed him
to commit the brutality
was it that i couldn't differ between truths and lies?
or i could never believe this new idea of him?

this war was started by your cannons aimed at my door
now i'll be the judge, i'm prepared with my *****
to bury us six feet below the ground
i'll make sure you never rise again

i'll be the hunter and you will be my prey
and this time you will run for your life
when i become a monster you always claimed i was
till i leave every lingering memory of us in ruins

the magnetic pull that draws the connection
it can become weaker once you use the same poles
a friendship built upon the idea of being wanted by others
will always shatter over a little discourse
one wanted to be loved even if it was as a friend
one wanted to use the other's skill for his own great good
we were always meant to fall apart
the signs were there but you chose to ignore
to be used is to be wasted
that was the message from my greatest god

i was crucified by my own friends
for the sake of their own happiness
my tears became their way for joy
yet i never learned my lessons

i was sacrificed by my own friends
they found pleasure in my pain
a sadistic thing i always tried to deny
till i heard the evil plan one noon

i was crucified by my own friends
the re-telling feels like a stab in the wound
no joke was funny, nothing about me was
i was the wallflower they always dared to hunt