They comment on my shiny armour
As they struggle to hold their drool
Unbeknownst the knife they hold
As they pretend to be a farmer
Felicitous colleagues wear their masks
As I toil amongst the broken
Tears for the lost wet my cheeks
As they drop poison from their flasks.
By another name a Judas rat
Who dispise what they cant do
Diprosopus existence their greatest tool
As they carve their name upon my back
Anthracite 