Your a shadow hiding behind a trail of lies,
Have I always been your first victim?
But your naive.
I fell for your tricks once and I refuse to fall again,
You may seem nice,
But your dead ugly on the inside.
Making other people turn into your minions,
The group grows like drops of rain clashing with each other,
Racing until they are doomed.
They are locked in with no way of getting out,
Your hooks are in so deep it sickens me.
Its like a disease,
Spreads and spreads but can never get better.
Until they are gone.
I will stand tall and not change,
People have followed your trail of no return.
I try saving them,
But they are far away from my reach,
For that I am sorry.
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