Dedicated to Heather Bennett

Boy, I raised you to be great;
I raised you like my own
And this is how you thank me
For all the love I’d shown

Conspiring with “fellow” men
Opposing me till bitter end
Your feigned and fragile honesty
Was hanging by a thread

You were the devil in sheep skin
Allegiance wearing paper thin
Not once, not twice but twenty-three
My wounds decry hypocrisy

Claimed it was the better thing
To question my authority
Thought you did so righteously
Where is your conscience now?

Don’t try to scour the bloodied scene
The carnage here is plain to see
Time will reveal your tragedy
And play death’s final symphony

The Ides of March retells the tale
Of devastation and betrayal
How many times will history repeat itself?

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composed and arranged by Sarah Teh
recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Joshua Low @ Blue Box Productions

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