l i a r.

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I watch them tell me lies,

liars pants on fire,
deserve to be thrown

in needles of a throne
hundreds, thousands of them

your eyes flick,
right to left
and your sweats prickle

masks of deceit
I can see through them

why you should lie?

what pleasure does it gives?

my mouth shut,
my gaze dead,
my mind screams

liar!
liar!
liar!

everywhere..

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