Desmond Blaine (25.10.1989. / Dubrovnik)
There was a man, long time ago;
Obnoxious he was, yet not unloved.
Wherever he'd go, he would be laughed;
For what he'd do, or what he was like.
No soul alive, ho'ever hard it tried,
Could see through veil of deceptive lies
This spawn of taunt entwined around him;
For seduction was his closest friend.
Through day and night he walked alone
On path of lies he spread abroad,
With bogus grin upon his face;
And deep inside he knew the truth
That once the mask shall fall and break:
'Cause that what's false can't live too long.
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