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Beautiful lies,
Twisted around
Your little finger.
My fate
Is in your hands.
Is it fun
To play God?
What's it like
To make someone's
Fate?
The cries
Begging for release.
Souls kept
In a box
Hidden far away.
Is it fun
To play the Devil?
What's it like
To decide someone's
Life?
Hidden away,
A fragile heart
Made of ice
Crying out
To be found.
Is it fun
To be the prey?
Running
From absolutely
Nothing?
Tables turned
Now you are hunted,
Cornered where you
Once hid.
Is it fun
To be killed?
Do you like
Being helpless,
Unable to escape?
Cry out
One more time
Let your voice
Be heard.
It won't matter.
No one
Will hear
Your pleads,
Your cries,
For mercy.
The tables
Have turned
Against you
When the hunter
Becomes the hunted.
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