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You are so concealed from the truth

Even now and it's the end of your youth 

Your thoughts are absurd 

I can't understand a word 

I really want to know are you a man or woman

All talk but no show 

The is so vivid because I know that you Know that I know the truth

That you are a cunning brute 

AS sly as a fox 

But still your locked in a box 

Afraid of being alone 

BUT yet you act like the king of the throne 

I pity you 

because i know your almost through 

Sigh....... . . .. . . . .  .        the last of your life 

And you end it without a fight