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I. The Hacked Poet

Digital daggers pierce my screen,

Trust bleeds out where words had been.

Keystrokes shatter, voice hijacked,

My essence stolen, soul ransacked.

Whispers poison, wires aflame,

Bridges burn—who's left to blame?

II. The Targeted Girl

Ping! Ping! Predator's dance,

Pixels bright with false romance.

Click. Tap. Swipe. Tactics unfold,

Innocence crushed, futures sold.

Sweet nothings curdle, turn to bile,

Hope withers 'neath his toxic guile.

III. The Silenced Competitor

Where verse should soar, he lurks in shade,

Spite his ink, our light to fade.

Belittling brilliance, stealing shine,

Acid pen corrodes divine.

Art gasps for air, choked by disgrace,

Janus-masked fraud usurps our space.

IV. The "Saved" Soul

Saviour's mask, a hollow star,

"Help" leaves scars, near and far.

Self-praise echoes, spirits wilt,

Crushed beneath towers of guilt.

Puppet strings, not wings, he brings,

Rescue's ruse—how freedom stings!

V. The Witness to Lies

Death, illness feigned with glee,

Attention's void for all to see.

Tales spun from a forked tongue,

Truth and fiction come undone.

Even facts taste of deceit,

Trust now ashes at our feet.

Chorus (All Voices)

Beware the poet, serpent's pen!

Venomous verses strike again.

In webs of lies, we're spun and caught,

Our voices puppeteered, distraught.

Can you hear our silent screams?

Do you see our shattered dreams?

His falsehoods bloom, then wither fast,

But trauma's shadow long will last.

For liars gain one bitter prize:

Doubt clouds truth, trust quickly dies.

Behind each mask, our essence fades,

A cautionary tale cascades.

Urgency pulses through our veins,

Act now—before more fall in chains.

Words are weapons, shields, and balm,

Speak out to break deception's calm.

Our stories echo, raw and real,

To warn, to heal, to help reveal.

The only time Im a slave is when its for you,

Youre the only one that makes me feel this way,

The cold metal against my hot flesh,

I cant get enough of feeling torn apart,

I try to hide it,

Its my secret,

Its our secret,

The way you feel pushing against me,

The break of the skin under your touch,

Sliding along and watching it open like a zipper,

White flesh with a hint of pink,

You push again,

You unzip more flesh,

The first starts to produce round garnet gems,

Slowly filling the space you made,

A third,

A fourth,

upto ten unzipped pockets,

More and more garnets start to form,

Pretty little gems against the pale white flesh,

A rush of heat through my body,

A burning on my leg,

Not hot like fire,

Just heat without pain,

All of a sudden the garnets run away,

Leaving marks like tears running down my leg,

Somehow theyre hotter than the heat in the area,

Glistening and shiny,

Streaks of garnet running in different directions,

Ah there it is,

There is that feeling you always priomise me,

A shiver runs from head to toe like a ripple,

A wave of calm sets in,

The euphoria released,

I feel content,

I feel satisfied,

I feel numb,

I hold you close to me,

You lay there still and motionless,

Still perfectly clean,

Still razor sharp,

Still gleaming in the weak light,

I feel satisfied,

I feel high,

I feel numb.