Deformed Liar
Doesnt she look beautiful
When the Blood Drips from her lies
When she Calls out my name
Dusty tears Fall from The heavans
The heavans in her eyes
Cold and Deformed they are
Her Imperfection is A waste
She only Listens
when shes not heard
She only understands
What she doesnt know
Filth drowns her soul
My pain sustains her,
she is quenched upon my sorrow
She has not the memory
to make a perfect Liar
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