the hypocrite

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Climb off your moral high horse
Spout your words of wisdom somewhere else.
For if they truly were wise words then why did you never follow them yourself?

Your advice leaves you like a hero with his buffed out chest but all I hear are the lies from a villainous tongue.
Which acts against every good word its ever spoken.

You try to console me , your embraces warm and tight but all I feel are the coils of a snake constricting its next meal. Was I just that? Prey to your sully words. Satiating a hunger of need that you have been so ferociously denied before.

Well no longer shall I be entranced by your spell. I've mutated and imperved to your poisonous words , your deathly touches and treacherous gaze.

I'm immune to you.

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