In the valley of confusion you will stand;
Making deceit your pride and glory. Boasting
your craftiness at the turn of a hand, for
you have perfected your story. You'd go
where angels fear to tread; shear boldness,
through fire and rain. Allowing debauchery to
lie in your bed; stopping at nothing to seek
your gain. Taking it upon yourself to play
"Master", of things you can't understand.
Justifying blame when you've brought disaster
To your roaming there is no end. My heart is
darkened by your face. Your prescence here is
hard to bare. Take your lies and leave this
place. Where you end up, I do not care. Your
weak excuses just wear me down the pain is
too great, and pride is gone. My love is
exchanged for something unknown. Forgiveness
for you... there is none.
Copyright Ó
2003 Wanda Lyn Carr
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