Spilling Blood

as of soul pact we dispensed with tact and took up our stance leaving outcomes to chance and so blood was spilt that made us wilt with guilt for though we stood apart we overplayed our part forgetting who we are during the friendly spar now, we’d have kissed and made up but our ego wouldn’t shut up and so we had to be reborn roles exchanged, object of scorn as the gods watched dismayed for the light of truth was slayed since I was he and he was me yet through the veil we failed to see the ultimate reality