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Now she dictating
The entire ship
Turning allies against
One other
With a curve of her serpent
Tongue

And she makes sure to hiss curses
Wicked whispers that
will worm in
the cracks
Of every door that slams
Behind her
Just another reminder
That its never a matter of manners
Only double standards

"Do as I want not as I flaunt"

Must be the motto

Meaning she might as well
Own the planet
As long as there no one to answer to
And Nothing standing in the way
"Only the unloved hate"
Such a shame
The bully came in
and basically begged me to beat
Her repeatedly..
Not only poking my ego
But
Weakening the way I see myself
Way to go!
Wait, how did she steal the
show from under us
Playing the master puppets
To cover the lack of self control
Hard to mold an identity  
When you born with no soul
A few feet from the closet
Awful Monsters
begin to plot  
Sabotage and dishonesty
Launching what we
Like to call  "little black bombs"

Plus hexes with
next level testaments
plus test after test after tests after tests

Sure yeah monitor this ****** mess
YOU YOURSELF made
Take from your teammates
Next lead an army of
hardly alarming fickle *****
to fight, for you
Loyalty ain't what you do
But as usual
The topic got lost again
I've got a habit
Of losing focus
What a wonderful daydream
We deemed worthy of unearthing
Catty cut up two corners
To endure this morbidness
And just
ignore/enjoy the torture together
Be it a saint
Or a sinner
The embers burn the same
I'm the deluge
Waiting to swallow
Everything
Remember Remember
A snack's just a sliver
recording torment as it hits
less likely you'll get trick
If ya pratice vigilance
We all have a fatalist

Inside of us

Teetering a tight rope

Trying to fight fear for a good show

Those high hopes

are defined by the lies of someone else

We are Brave despite what we tell ourselves

When the circuitry comes caving in
Keep On
Cat calling
Me!??!
Man, come on!

I was taught
To always act
A freakin' queen
Never to fall
on shattered pie-ces

Each morning I'm cat called
on the walk to work
By some incels with mommy issues
All they can do is oggle
At the awesome *** God gave you



Ain't got clue what to do with it
In real life
if you survived
past saying hi

Aw it's cute that
you assume
you could handle all
That I
Outside the fantasy
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