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Create, Compose, Imagine

I can create, compose, imagine

Just a lil bit more concrete

I can describe your secret sin

Just a lil bit more complete

 

I architect your evil design

While good intentions make an exit

You dream to yourself, "Victory'll be mine!"

Until reality hits hard n fakes it

 

I vow my honesty never defies

Till you find, what beneath it, lies

It hurts always to know what's true

So the biased blindfold for you

 

You know more of what you know alone

Sealed in mind, avoiding a whispered tone

Unwittingly telling me all about your guilt

That I push back to your conscious zone

Making stronger the feeling that got built

 

Now your life has reached its pinnacle

You worked hard and left no obstacle

I was all along with you, you thought

In disguise, the obstacles you fought

 

Now you grieve the broken trust

The lies you dreamt, all go bust

Your heart dries up n corrodes to rust

While I move on, as you die just

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diabolic-preacher
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Published
May 9, 2010
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