You are insincere, a dour face, once pretty, not now. Your voice is picture-perfect, but spews only lies and schemes. Your own brother says this, I hate him, but he speaks the truth on this, great suffering ahead for him, I'll toss a gold piece on his grave, he worships such things.
You have delicate features, small and petite, just like I like. You argue like a lion, just like me. But it's your mouth that condemns you, you lie effortlessly, almost like Satan, you lie with great ease, you and your faggot friends, that's your curse. Nothing but a den of liars and fakes, maybe you deserve that, they deserve you. It's insulting that you think I don't know that you speak toxic poison every time your little mouth moves, I can tell people their fortune or misfortune, lead them to treasure or substance and doom, you know this. My anger and rage, I cannot control it, but I'm honest about it.
My heart hates you and loves you, still, even now, like a fool who knows they are a fool, I know you're smart enough to have already found this blog, this is definitely for you, you and your far-away chocolate doe eyes, eyes that pry, the lying eyes of a liar and fraud, a phony and fake, someone who does not keep their word, broken promises, eyes of the past that stay in the past, a liar, you lie.
I am honest, you aren't, it's not in you, like many, you aren't capable of having that curse, you think you do, but you don't, because I know, I always know, long before you or anyone else does, I know. This so-called gift has ruined my life, knowing that almost every time someone speaks, it's a lie. The truth of the world right now is this. I have warm hands, you have cold hands like a frog. I don't lie, you lie, you are a liar.