Saints and Sinners
Tales of saints and sinners of ancient times
Where human nature becomes the paradigm
And the green eyed monster reared its ugly head
In the dust one brother lay dead
A tale of strength, but man was weak
And from his lips his secret slipped
As his lover's betrayal wreaked
his demise, and all his strength was stripped
Julius Caesar the perpetual king
No saint was he but fate did bring
him to a gruesome end
Lured to his death by a so called friend
Friendships often turn to dust
When betrayal is the sin from those we trust
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