Con Artist

Solace fortress is your harbor to eviscerate wandering sheep like an antelope in the den of wolfs begging to breath the next air from exosphere.

You jest on the detriment of her loneliness, exploiting her want to be love and care for like a baby in the hand of her mother vying to be protected.

You vow heaven and earth you are different from them, not knowing they should better different from your devil angel shadow crawling in rainbow statue.

You drowned her in a pool of love then flushed her out with tort, deceit just like tsunami.
Hexing you will be the first and last then left like ash in the air faded within milliseconds.

Apocalypse cataclysm flood will swept your harbor like you never extant the living, portal your destiny to the underworld shade.

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