Fake
Sleeping with the devil against your will
You lie down he does too
You turn the corner he mocks
Just being a copy
Full of raw stuff
Never coming to knowledge of his own
Looking to steal from your life one more time
Hold and cover
The order of his dine
Needing to create a mind
Empty of which way to go
Filling self by way of others sews
Like a stuffed animal
Without reason he molds
Spewing back out hearing in mind
No original agenda cooking
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