A double helix of deceit,
a terrifying twist of treachery,
a web of lies built of sin,
a nest of hornets, but let me in.

When we first start to deceive,
the warp and weft of the weave,
starts off slowly, sparing feelings,
but lighting the fuse of pain.

Like a *** of black powder,
dropped in the cannon's barrel,
loaded with more colored lies,
white, black, purple, all result in cries.

When the explosion touches off
and both sides, now seem lost,
one cannot believe the truth came out,
the other shocked and screams and shouts.

The blankets weave is complete
no more shall you compete,
spin can not be applied,
when you have been caught in your lies.