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You exist of false rhymes.
Your children are the victims of your worst crimes.
Left behind and in a suicidal state of mind,
black outs are common in his life.

With blood pounding in strife,
twisting the veins in his eyes.
The darkness take his life.
He falls away,all because of your lies.

You are a false profit in strides,
promising things that are never given.
Weaving stories you shake off the shackles of truth
Beholden are your children that you sweep into this false world.
Turning son against mother.

You lie,
that is you gift.
His virtue is that he can see through
all the things that you do.