Five Star Prison Cell ballad of the cheated

Defeated so in your eyes
Been exsposed to your types
See the crime before it happens
The cheated know of your kind set
It kneads the dough of your mind
Just breathe and thank your vile omens
Evil takes its toll
Limited. Lonely like who?
Limited only by you
Evil dressed in disguise.
The lesser. The greater. Amount of the lesson.
Pour me in thy own wane.
What of it?
Subtle.
Suffocating my omens.