My voice is forever so malleable,
I call out a name to create an aura!
Avoid that call, my aura is hoaxing
I have the veneer of scoundrels!
My glance is forever so defying,
Those fleeting looks are just pretence!
Just take heed else it will impair
As I am just the portrait of glitch!
My skills are forever so villainy,
I am a conflict to the image of love!
Just baulk, I have poisoned my soul
Now, even my breath is infectious!
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