Lies

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Looking at igneous bonfire eyes

Intense but such an idle one

Elegant, yet a horrible hypocrite

Infiltrating with an inexplicable flock

A brood where benevolence is forbidden,

Is where I severely subsist

In an awful colossal aviary,

Hilarity, I mournfully express

Bathing in an abundant blood I detest

Resting at this flashy life!?

A sickening blood pour out to me

I slumbered after watching the mirror.

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