You think I don't see the webs that you weave
Unaware of the information I receive
Oblivious to my attempts to put you to shame
A master plan, sure to drive you insane
My laughter will echo the walls of your brain
My eyes will haunt like a runaway train
Evil becomes what you have made
Conquer my curiosity, well played
Now do you see, are your eyes free
Revenge I defend for the innocence in me
Taken by nothing less then filth and greed
Bragging of victory, I warn you to heed
Ignorance has caused you such pain
left without concern, let me refrain
Destine to show you, ready to leave
No do you see the webs that I weave?

The End

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