I can appreciate a backstabber that is true to his craft.
He can look you up and down, smile and be the most sincere friend you have ever seen
And waiting in the recesses of his heart are intentions or pure infamy.
Of wanting to be famous for elegant knife that forms the curves that cover your back
It is a sincere craft and it requires true dedication.
No remorse or recourse
It is what it is and you have to respect
Because you are the one that decided to turn your back
To the lowly assassin.
And everytime its like watching magic happen over and over
And there you were wondering what happened
And you still have learned
And there will be no end until you burn in their eyes.