Too many instances, repeated times
one after another, uncover invisible lies
I came pale and naked, exposed freely
forthright in each movement
never doubting the pose you revealed me
What devious plan did you hope to go through with
mask of an angel corrupted bones
sitting upon self-righteous throne
I learned to love which I did not know
left to spew your venomous soul

I am no extra in your night-mare
you may dance to your own grave
this is your own stage-production
I hope to never be part of your play.