Who art thou
one oh paranoid
with mind and
heart maligned
who knows
that all be thinking you
with each and
every line
With total
speech they conjure up
it's thee
within their thoughts
and all their
stares with ill intent
to damage
thee have fraught
Their
whispered words of ill intent
dare never
waste content
for you be
one they have in mind
tis thee they
all were meant
And even
moving lips regale
from far
across the room
which thou
hast read with thee in mind
conspiracy
doth loom
While empty
vanity of thee
suspicions
constant rise
that all the
others nothing do
but dedicate
their time
And thy
demise they steadfast make
an effort to
destroy
with all
their might thy have no choice
but craft
another ploy
Perhaps thy
guilty mind hath led
to thy
cerebral lot
the shame of
willful discontent
of deeds that
thou hast wrought
And to be
sure you understand
they have no
time for you
it be
themselves they have in mind
they've
better things to do
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