Nothing slips by them
My mistakes, ammunition
Fully armed, they strike
Brutal, deadly, cruel
Their razor edged words cut me
Their hate thinly veiled
Under seeming care
A convincing show of love
Their cunning deceit
They may fool the world
But I see through the facade
Evil lurks beneah
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