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No Rhyme To Be Told, No Song To Be Sung

I brought into your lies,

your whispers in the dark,

I followed you like a dog,

as you rhymed your selfish prose,

while you danced your way though the dark,

like an angel singing its creators song,

or a demon harvesting souls,

but in the end,

you were none of those,

you were simply just a man,

until that is,

the night I filled you full of holes,

that’s when you changed,

you dropped your guard,

you showed me the man you truly were,

so I slit your throat,

and ate your heart,

for I am a god amongst men.

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