Deprivation of Truth

The words you say about me
When my presence isn't to be seen
The weak believe the ignorant follow
Such acts upon thee the truth is hard to Swallow

I hear the words, you spread blasphemy
In silence I wait, fear has imprisoned me
Hatred is harvested yet locked in so tight
Once it's released pain is my sight

One things for sure is that trust isn't free
Friends for years yet you will switch up on me
I confront you and you lie to my face
Your life must really suck if shit-talking your Safe space

You try to get others to betray me too
You failed miserably so screw you
Your home life sucks I don't feel bad
The things you do you must suffer too



Credits
Writer(s): Ray Carabajal
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