You released a toxic chemical knowing it'll have me hooked. As you predicted it drew me in and I was really shook. So I showed you empathy. Like a game of chess, you kept on playing. With a thought of check I was convinced that, maybe I could temporarily be your hero, and yet your figure lied to me.
Planned, calculated schemes with a knife at hand. With the missing pieces I stood my ground, morals within me said let it rest, you can't save every soul that cries for your help.
As you sank, you rose. Your true figure showed, my disappointment bestowed, yet thankful for the path I chose. My gut saved me, from a heart of a poisonous toad.
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