You say 'at your will',
But your words hold no meaning.
The fabric is of lies, truth just frills.
And the crown is on everyone but the king.
Crooning persuasive plots
Your sincerity is rusting.
Your judgement and conscience rots,
All actions are lost but sins.
You think you rule the world.See
your thoughts on our mirrors.
But today is my last day to be.
I'll shatter my being to be clearer.
So I am breaking this mould now,
You cant shape anymore of me.
The pretence is a chore now..
I am shredding my sanity.
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