Look like the innocent flower, but the the serpent under it.
Wait behind the beauty, ready for your crime to commit,
Deceive those who are trusting, force them to regret,
All the kindness they have shown you, since the day you two met,
And all the personal things they told you out of trust,
... Let them down hard, and let them feel the horrid disgust.
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