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The Lyar

Liar, Liar, bold and bright

Cheating ev’ry single night.

No immortal hand or soul

Could fill thy empty and black hole.

At a distance or up near

No emotion brings a tear

For your wings they are of fire

Fallen Angel of desire.

And what trauma & what pain

Twisted your inside out again?

And why the Falsehood in thy heart

That be immune to Love’s Art?

What the Hunger?  What the Pain?

In what state is thy Brain?

To weave a web of such Lies?

Emptiness behind thine Eyes.

When you crossed every line,

Broke the Laws. Mortal and Divine,

Did he smile, his work to see

Seduced by You, just as Me?

Liar, Liar, bold and bright

Cheating ev’ry single night.

No immortal hand or soul

Could fill thy empty and black hole.

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