A lush, a liar an imbecile playing god.
All afraid to open the window.
That the truth my fly in.
You continue to eat shit off a silver platter.
As they open their mouths that the lies may fly out.
But the rock in your hand is heavy yet easily hurled.
And it's name is the end.
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