You #E105

You threw us under the bus

Disappeared like a ghost

You stabbed us in the back

Like the scoundrel you are

You turned a meadow with few thorns

Into a field of roses that'll never bloom

You took our blood to satiate your thirst

And left us in a ditch where we hung out

You heartless monster

Or with heart made of stone

You left us to rot

After fattening us up