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...Life lacerated by loquacious lies and livid lust,

Ripping out the wicked wings of an angel as you digest the toxic tablet of trust...



I'm copyrighted contextual,

A follower whose first in line.

I'm a homophobic homosexual,

Call me a hypocrite and I'll sue you for a hate crime.



I'm an agoraphobic vagabond,

Roaming the dimly lit streets of my mind while never exiting my locked front door.

I'm a malignant magician waving the redemption wand,

Resurrecting reality to something more bewildering, yet blissful, than before.



...I'll whisper those three deceiving and diabolic words into your ear if I must,

Lying to you yet again as in me you place every ounce of your trust...



I'm a gothic preppie,

Paint my nails black and putting on eyeliner while wearing a suit a tie.

I'm a blind referee,

Calling a foul on our friendship and sending you to the free throw line to shoot salvation "goodbye".



I'm a mannequin that couldn't be more alive,

An unwired robot that can shed a tear and bleed red blood.

I'm the queen bee of an uninhabited hive,

The first flower to forfeit before the fight, but also the first to bloom following the flood.



...Drowning in an ocean of tears and suffocating in a sea of lust,

Lying to you time and time again as in me you place all of your remaining trust...



I'm a still-tongued singer,

An outspoken soul with the voice of Stephen Hawking and the looks of Brandon Boyd.

I'm a committed swinger,

A polyamorous player with the hormones of Paris Hilton and the thoughts of Sigmund Freud.



I'm an intelligent republican,

Only caring about babies before they're born.

I'm a sober soldier holding a hand grenade and a beer can,

A straightedge stoner, smoking a joint while claiming that I've been reborn.



...Sweep up these unattainable goals and toss them in the trash, for our dreams have turned to dust,

I'll lie to you one more time as the tragedy train begins to derail off of its tainted tracks with a forward thrust...



I'm a poisoned priest,

Holding rosary beads in one hand and a tube of Vaseline in the other while watching kiddy porn.

I'm both the Beauty and the Beast,

Walking the red carpet in style, wearing tattered rags and a crown of thorns.



I'm the hometown hero,

Hitting the game winning grand slam while injecting into my arm another supplement of steroids.

I'm robot #two-one-four-eight-zero,

Another corrupted clone in the midst of a world full of disposable droids.



...Everything that we took so long to build begins to decompose and rust,

Bury our broken hearts in Tomorrow's tomb as our shattered souls spontaneously combust...



The truth you will never know, the aftermath is all that you'll see,

I'll stab you in the back and lie to you for a final time as you place all of your trust in me.