Our thoughts betray our ways.

We betray the dearest friendships with the smallest trifles.

The rain drips through an old roof, so a critical spirit drips through old loyalties.

A small squall can throw up a tall wall.

Our lusts betray our loves.

The friend who stays betrays all slights and frays.

Betrayal drips like poison from every backstab.

Silence is the cruelest form of betrayal.

Look the other way, your own betray.

The refusal to reason — darkest treason!

Hating is sedition; despising is treason.

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