Some will shift their pity,
To replace it with a guilt.
And with their magnified denials,
Will profess innocence.
And defy!
And try...
To hide.
Some become committed,
To forgetting what it is...
That is done to another,
With a blank look they give...
To defy.
And try...
To hide.
Provokers love to lie,
To keep things heated up quick.
And do,
Through crooked teeth.
And bite,
The backs of anyone...
Who seeks to see them beaten,
With eyes...
Opened up wide,
To lies.
Some will shift their pity,
To replace it with guilt.
And with their magnified denials,
Will profess innocence.
But...
The ones who will defeat them,
Have eyes opened wide...
To lies.
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