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How they listen to your double tongue

These blinded sheep that you have won

With every word they sit and linger

As you wind them tighter amongst your finger



You who speak of tormented love

With a voice from heaven above

Do entreat with longing words

To capture pity with vision blurred



But alone, far from the waiting eyes

You speak so unlike your posted lies

And through a voice of different name

You still play out wrongful blame



And your heart lies rotting all the same.



So stir the pot! and hide the truth

You child of deceitful, self-serving, worth

And run from yourself, run you fast

From the face in your mirrored looking glass



I will play on as the merry fool

The better to be your "pity me" tool

And all the sheep that linger and drool

Will remain enraptured in your lying pool



When all the seasons have crossed your brow

And lined it with wrinkles of then and now

When regrets have forced you and your ways

In memory forever will you live out your days.