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You hide your soul behind pretty words
Stanzas of music no one can hear
And yet you seem to believe the adoration
As if any of them spout truth
From mouths dripping with venomous acid
Their words are white
What color is truth
What color are lies

You Machiavellian whore

Close your liquid mercury eyes
Leap
And spread your arms
To embrace the Dionysian night
No one will catch you

No one cares
Now that the prince has returned
They shall cast off your
Plutonian crown

I stalk darkness in grimy shadow
And you are next