I will not be seduced by your deceiving sexual eyes
Your deadly venom, your Pulitzer winning lies
I see right through you
I read between the lines
I'll never fall for your performance, you devil in disguise.
Your faux involvement, your pretend worry
Nothing more than game, temptation surely
I don't believe in fairy tales
Your lies will never cure me
What I see is destruction, evil: truly, purely
You're the storm, you're the cause
I read the contract and the clause
You're a forged check
A delay in love, you break all the laws
Your sensitivity chip was removed, or stopped, or simply put on pause
You are just like a satanic thunder in the sky so late at night
Exquisite but deadly; like what's beneath the light
I run so fast
Once again, I'm forced to choose to flee or fight
But now I see the difference between Mr. Wrong and Mr. Right!
© copyright 2018 Satan's Deceptive Thunder Nicole D'Settēmi
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