Trumpet the Harlot harbinger of solitude

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I opened all of your lies
In this wretched disguise
It's like a mirror;
I see me
A way to rip our her life,
This vision clouds my mind
Elimination is what i need
Beaten to a bloody pulp,
I'm left with ignorance
A disdain for all
That begins with your
Suffering
A victim of spoken lies
In your broken entity
Feeding this all
From your mind
Happiness when you decease
I'll watch you bleed from inside;
A distant and soft cry
The canvas of love;
Your disease
A lash of thoughtful dismay,
To let your being decay
A fantasy of
Broken dreams
Hold my breath
And quench your thoughts,
This emptiness succumbs you
A disregard for all
That becomes your
Suffering
A victim of spoken lies
In your broken entity
Feeding this all
From your mind
Happiness when you decease
Destructive times call
For desperate measures
I'll give one life
To end yours
Passion for progress
To fulfill shallowness
A contempt for all
That ends with your
Suffering
A victim of spoken lies
In your broken entity
Feeding this all
From your mind
Happiness when you decease

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