Twisted Defeat
Soundless words gather in the mist of your ever-changing stature
Contorting banter smothers the landscape of your toil
Your soul is defined through pillage of thought and pleasure
Whispers and taunts explode without truth
Circling the antics of foolish affairs
Your respect stains below wicked feet
Gnawing the attentive to reap consideration of being great
Your masquerade was open to me
Groping the passive nature from within
Accepting the ignorance of others
Clutching the fight for happiness
Insubordinate dupe your talent is lacked
Gather your forces I am not coming back
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