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All the lies you sold, all the tales you told, they whisper in my sleep.

Try to deny you, pass right by you, feel the earth beneath my feet.

Bleeding sorrows lost, borrowed, from another’s lips, so sweet.

Fucking liar, coward, crier, shame the oven, steal the heat.

 

Pitting self, against ones self, the battle wants me dead.

Stale applause calms the wars, and wanes my fear to tread.

Dinner cooked, fish bait hooked, salty seas revenge.

Stirring pots of food to feed the end.

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