Don'T Believe The Hype Poem by Angelica St. Darke

Cruel deep scars forever shall reign, deliberately contrived actions deployed with such skill.
Lie allowing lips move freely, no shame!
Strong emotive feelings potrayed through deceit, bringing dishonour to all that you meet.
Smelling a sense of immanence this event will unfold.
Blinded no longer with thoughts roused by guilt, spouting false hopes in rhythmic dull tones.
'I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.'
True dedication turned to vengeance I seek for corrupting young minds in their times of sadness, you prayed on the weak.
Simply unleashing my erratic and fragile like state is all that is needed to determine your fate.