Betrayal - Poem

When the devil reads the texts

With gods hearing it

Like the blood in nectar

He falls down the stairs with the knife in his back

When twenty-three knives stand the back

Only one hurts more when it from the trust

Trust broke at the point of smack

Like the lust for the power of an iron fist

When the devil smiles with no guilt

And the person did the slit

Feel ashamed by the laugh of gods

When the angels play tragic chords