Poems?...

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Title: deception

Your ticks make me sick.

The words that spill from your mouth are like stagnant venom.

It is meant to harm, but in reality it is a useless threat.

Your emptying cries for war stand by blankly, awaiting a never coming reply.

You have tried your worst to hurt me, but in the end you come out hurt.

It pains us to see you like this.

Your deceptions have only worked on you, my dear.

Your poor attempts at manipulation, can not even work on a small child.

Your begging attempts for victory make the gods cringe.

Your frail wrists can not carry and hold the sword you want them to.

Your thin ankles can not help you hold your ground.

Your boney shoulders can not hold the shield to block reality.

Your deception has now become your enemy instead of me.

I am not going to stand at your side anymore.

I have aided you and your deception for as long and far as I could.

You must now hold yourself up.

Your deception will tear you down.

And when it does, you and your cry wolf whines will be left alone.

Alone with only your calloused fingers to bring your comfort.