Your crooked truths, with ill design, Malign the lies within your mind. The broken promise taints the air, Infecting all with none to spare. This is the premise of demise, your honesty, it always falls to vices. Your flattery is a wretched blade, a serpent’s kiss, the touch of Hades. I can’t wait to see the look on your face, When the twicetalk mirage suddenly fades. If you’d be true for a moment, You’d find your lies are a monument. This towers sinking right beneath your feet. The truth is right before your eyes, my friend, don’t blink.