Liar liar, pants on fire.
The need to play the victim so dire.
So self centered filled with desire
Black hole of a human being from which I must retire.
Because your bullshit spills over like a wildfire.
But you blame me and I let you, think that's the definition of satire.
Don't let me get in between your internal crossfire.
When it comes to bad energy, I refuse to be your supplier.
I hope when you see me silence is something I inspire.
Because I am a Goddess and you, not even a squire.
So don't believe you still have the power I lent out prior.
Your time to recover has since then expired.
I will not hesitate to send you to your awaiting hellfire.
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