Trap
When you speak
I hear mean,
Your words are dripped with kerosene.
In the embers,
there stands a liar.
The lying smoke reminds us of the fire.
Cherubs drown
before their love,
will ever support a thrown above.
Your reign's intact
and they'll soon see,
It's not what they thought it'd be.
Don't fret now
it won't matter,
it's too late; the papers tattered.
We all forgot
what really happened.
We always wanted the trap we're in.
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