He calls himself "Friend"
But he knows not the meaning
of this cherished word
He seldom thinks of you
And uses against you
All the things he's heard
He'll offer his hand
But use it for gain
To own you he'll conspire
To own your soul
To make it black
For that he'll never tire
So let demons lie
For they know no truth
Let them fester in their rage
For when they know
They can never have you
Their mind will be their cageĀ
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