Eating up slowly just like poison,
No direction to move upon,
The sail set down as the wind's gone
Crawling under the fake moon light,
Fooled by the masks of trickery and lie,
He's become their favourite fall guy
The pool of prevarication spread around,
Empty lies is all that's found,
Seeded deep within everyone's soul,
Its taken over complete control
Counting down days to his parole,
He's clutched harder by the shackles within,
Leaving behind the half burnt soul,
He takes the path of the Actual Sin
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