Soar into the abyss of make-believe,
Trapped into his beautiful mendacity,
Crowned as his queen,
Into his trap you fell.
You are but a lady,
Unprecendented you are not,
Solely you never were.
Knowledge evaded you,
Shackle may be a ghost,
Yet it bound you.
Truth revealed,
coated with more deception,
Only the fibber knows.
The last drop of sand is near,
Beware!
Appeal to your naivete would be the lamentable bastard's recourse,
Bite and say farewell to your soul.
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