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You get upset when you’re caught in the mess you’ve made.

You'll tell a lie, try to obscure, and believe you'll get away.

Didn’t the word say, “There is nothing hidden that will not be discovered,

Or concealed that will be made known”? I really strongly believe in this locution.

You skip to hide all the things the light has shown.

And you still don’t see,

“Your venom may be concealed by deceit, but your loathsomeness will be exposed in the assembly.”

You stir up a cunning riot to differ what is true.

It’s simply something you always do.

It’s somewhat amusing how you talk about

Thinking that no one has seen your den

To the ignorance, an obnubilate

To the hauteur which raises a fist

Your ways are counted and numbered

During the nights and days you’ve slumbered

It’s a quiescency soul as black as ember.

The sirens hollered ahead

But you chose to take a chance.

You’re a fool masked to be wise,

But now you’re faced up with your barriers of lies.

Your aftermaths were foretold,

But you apparently opted to achieve for every piece of gold.

You chose the back road

That horse you rode

And now you face the price.

You’ve finally rolled your last dice.

And we're back at the beginning.