unrhymed tercets written in 10 syllable counts perfect in how i see the truth in three verses per line meaning the trinity of my words and thoughts from behind the curtains that can see a cloud
Hell is a place always burning wicked deeply flames inside devilish games pop playing the winner in ending first pride Getting found out within this falsehood cries a beggar of their own making caught out envy crosses paths hiding behind scenes Turns upside down vanity within vice friendship's smile becomes vague under the veil clouds the truth that always shines through the key Blindly insulting words aches consume pain with hate loyalty never dies it lives forever true in a heart that honours
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