Deceiver,
How does it feel to know I pull the strings,
To know I am no longer compelled to your beck and call.
If reap what you sow is the message,
Then your neglectful actions have made you into a hypocrite.
Call me a wrecker for destroying the bonds,
Call me a nihilist for bearing the knowledge,
Call me manic while biting at the hands.
As you live your life of uncertainty,
I will carve canyons in the path that will proceed me.
Starving in a race for the cure,
This madness will never recede me.
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