You risk your life with what your lying brings
The formula for your sorrow
You spread your hate among good things
You weep not for this pain, no hope for the marrow
The tortured dope behind your cry
Ignores the evil voices
With hate-filled lies and nasty rants the truth you do deny
So your fate is earned with these dopey choices
To sour the grapes of sweet white wine
With evil’s somber verses
Is to poison the food as one does dine
The end of which is your evil curses
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