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May 2010
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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