I picture them laughing delighted to see How much they find pleasure on ways to infuriate me They speak of only lies neither one knows the truth They talk of only fiction disregarding all fact Then they make up a story to see how I'll act They are wonderful authors so quick to create a story They alter and adjust to instigate a fight Like snakes slither in darkness not knowing any light They are devious performers they behave like your friend But then talk this entire nothing as if it were some big pretend Exaggeration is their fundamentally crucial skills They feed you countless words till you fall in a trap One that no sorceress could ever do to bring you back You fall in a spell an unknowing trance You become a puppet and they'll make you dance You'll entertain till you realize words don't count as much But alas they're done playing with you its too late Regret is your destiny, doom and fate
Reason for writing:
I hate people who try to instigate fights. Just for there own pleasure or benefits. These people are so devious because they pretend to be yur friend but they just want to see you "dance" and for them to be entertained. Instigators are very good at what they do.
Birth sign: Aries
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