Deceit can grow by accident,
Yet others seeded lies,
Planted on their lips,
They pray on meek, not wise,
They rip apart the innocence,
As their shadows grow,
Twisting truths, breaking hearts,
Expanding as they go,
Like a sticky spider web,
Made of tar and glass,
Snaring weak, and wounding them,
As they try and pass,
It scrapes them from the inside,
Gutting them right out,
'Till there noting left to give,
All there insides, running out,
Empty hearts lay waiting,
To fill you with there lies,
They don't care for who they break,
Or count tears from your eyes.
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