You live
in world that so in secure
that any soul might just adore
You lie
to people round you near and far
to precious persons others too
You love
a princess from the town
maybe a prince that wants his crown
You die
A shot, a swipe
a meal, two dice
More possible ways to die than live
More possible ways to die and lie
because the sweet things are nice
but the things so wrong
make them so much sweeter
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