I walk the cowards road
It's covered in thorns and nails.
Your sanctimonious contempt hurt my soul
But let me tell you, my bleeding heels hurt so much more...
I'm two faced, it is the pet hate of the brave...
While one face burns by the fire in your eyes
The other face is looking at hell
You have no clue of the horrors that meet me there...
I lie, I cheat and you puke at the glory that come my way,
I'm greedy...but each morsel sticks in my throat and burns a hole in me.
I have my reasons to walk through this hell...
Reasons spurned by your valour,
Your sneer at my compromise is a mere shadow of the torment in which I cry.
So next time you pour your righteous contempt on my corrupt soul, just remember I still win.
'Cos your eloquance is but a puny blight on the putrid, venomous storm that rages within me...
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