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[apiphile]

Hireath

You tell me I'm a traitor
And I say; a blade is never used
In the place that it is made.

And whose infidelity is greater
The one who left hearth and home
Or the hearthstone that decayed?

Whatever I return as
There is no home to go back to
Now the myth was left to die;

The worst kind of Judas
Your treachery doesn't even leave me
With a kiss to remember you by.