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Medusa

Medusa

Checking things out, figuring out what it's all about,
With a snap it's quick, to turn off others to make them sick,

With my eyes there are comments, I simply cannot hear,
A lie that I am guilty, andĀ  also full of fear,

Similar to mythology, I am a man that deserves an apology,
Medusa is the one, people have fun, fooled to shun,

The innocent man used, only to abuse,
To maintain gratitude, I cannot afford to lose,

This is not a test, when someone puts on an act to fail,
The lie that it's me, people then telling tales,

To buy time until justice prevails, to compensate,
To manipulate, to cause a twist of fate.

The truth to obscure, with motives to lure,
People to offend, obscenities to endure,

My mind is in a state, cool and collect,
To pollute with lies, others to infect,

There are no possible alibis, now I understand why,
The angels fly, to pass me by, no more need to try,

The setup to understand, the hourglass is running out of sand,
I take my stand, like a man, centered with both feet on the ground,

Not a sound, but in this corrupted land,
The fear is someone else, with an illusion of self,

The deal is simply not real, to have my life to steal,
The truth is that I feel, only human, at times I had to kneel.

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