Traitors and Rats

I should have known better. Once they see you succeeding and actually being close to happy, they come for you. The people you thought you could trust. 

I can't even trust my new allies. We have revealed too much. I don't wanna play another political game again. The furry bastard gave away our secrets in exchange for some head pats and a good job. My ass. He deserves all evil things in his way.

I don't believe anything that comes out of their mouths. They however will believe anything coming out of ours. Maybe thats the blessed gift of lying. Maybe that's why my ancestors want us all dead. We know too many lies. And too many truths. Same thing to them. Dead is better they say.

I refuse to give them this joy. 

For they will never pry my secrets out of my muddy, slimy and dead hands. 

Circus is closed this month.