You can't mean what you said,
because your history says you're a liar.
I won't believe the words that you say,
because I know what truth sounds like.
I curse your lips as you aim to taint me with a kiss,
and as you prey upon my heart
be ware that I am part of the Victor's team.
Your efforts are made in vain.
Your subtle whispers become a scream
and you stamp your feet, as if your anger deserves my attention.
I'll continue to turn my back, and deny you recognition
but I'll call you out for what you truly are.
Armored and sealed, you can shoot, but it will not be my death.
Keep wasting your time, and I'll keep running forward.
Soon enough, you'll hear my victory laugh
as I dance upon your grave
which you intended to dig for me.
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