In sunlight glow, your face is pure
There are no glitches, there are no flaws.
Your smile of compassion and loyalty
Not a single sign of insanity.
Your arms reach far, you hold us close
No sign of what you crave the most.
When darkness falls your selfish cries
Expose you and your life of lies.
Your childlike charm can turn so sour
Like a pompous queen atop her tower
Dictating this, demanding that,
Click your fingers; we're in your trap.
I'm expelling you from this life of mine
And happiness you'll never find.
Good riddance to you, immoral whore
I'll see your pouting face no more.
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