Hand Of the armor

Vicious indeed to have such blessings in your hands those filthy hands that filled with my blood strolling in the pavement that I cleaned for you thus the word conscience can stumbled in your obscure mind? or greediness are the only thing you admired? I pity oneself for having you as a friend taking care of you as if we have the same ancestor but it turns out that you are the foe believing in your wit facade the wolf in a sheep clothes-indeed!