That false double face I can't tolerate
I was led to believe you are smooth like onions
Yet you are a beautiful swifty trap
Oh what a shame mixed with a life of lame
I won't listen to another epistle of Jezebel
Of sharp sword you systematically constrain
to produce meaningless lies
Of deceptive labials made of rusty blades
Your part at the back if your mind
To kill after you kiss with violent thought
For a want of wisdom you lack
But tongue if the just is a choice silver
The heart of the wicked is little worth.
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