The Big 'C'
Existing in the realm, of its own true hell
The pacing of the parasite begins to swell
It suffers in silence yet demands to be heard
It will never survive without its bevy of words
As a thief of hearts, it sought our souls
And refused to acknowledge the unspeakable tolls
It relished our pain our faults and our woes
Acted as friend yet lived as foe
Alas truth lost, but so did the beast
For a cancer did grow, and on lies it did feast
From within his throat, it locked in its feet
And his mask is now meeting a deadly defeat
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