Tell me lies, Hypocrite!

Whisper to me mysterious sweetness,
With slick and superior prudence of the heart,
In which you intend to pollute with vile trickery,
Knowingly, you use veiled persuasion to take this innocence.

Have me, Impostor!

Convince me of the false sincerity that lies,
Take me into the shadows and bleed my body of it’s purity,
Mark me as yours, buy my trust with your revolting lexis,
Dripping with malevolent intentions for the ignorant ones.

Squirm, Charlatan!

Feel the pain that has wandered the circum of fate,
And cry the salt of many eyes, ripped of certain child-like purity,
You became a victim when you choose this victim,
I am not your Victim!

Break, Stoic!

BREAK! Look upon your coiled form,
Your heart lay shattered in the palm of your hand,
Like so many whose hearts you have claimed for yourself,
I have claimed yours.

You! A man, the masculine, the powerful and clever,
Can trick and deceive, a snake of a human, frozen inside,
Has melted like ice above fire; Your intentions were clear,
And I was prepared. I kept my innocence, and I took yours.
 
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