So gracious in the spotlight, arrogance in the murky dark.

Behind the back, a sinister plot- a dagger placed inside her heart.

Standing with your allies, the sly smirk I saw.

A glorious figure, high and mighty, with a self-important pot belly.

Do not lecture me on character,

when you yourself are a bender.

Behind that strong persona is a hollow shell,

Of loneliness, manipulation, and deception.

Shouting and venting your anger for you is only passing?

Oh, that’s your brand!

A habit of yours, aimed only at the innocent one,

Go and do that to your fake allies,

whose inconsistency is always consistent.

How unlucky I am to serve your magnificent whim,

That it was yesterday you presented the itemized receipt,

Counting every single favor and gifts you gave.

The memory of your perfect, generous scheme…..

Oh, save your crocodile tears, I don’t feel anything

You’re saying sorry with no remorse,

Call your allies, whose intentions are fixated with your pockets,

I wish all you and your allies’ tailor protagonist acting will fail,

And let the truth come out,

And the karma will meet you soon.

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