Why do you have to lie?
What is the reason?
Is it to gain power for yourself?
Is it to damage the reputation of another?
Or is it because you’re so wicked.
You must torture
Anyone who doesn’t worship you.
Who will not fallow what you do.
What have I done to you?
I will not fret.
Over a weak mortal like you
I will get my revenge
I will see to it that every day
Is a living hell
Just like you made it for me
Only worse.
Bad enough to drive you insane
To scream in pain.
To be in shame.
To never compromise
To die.
All because
Of your lies
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