Mendacious

My trust tattered like a battle flag,
Every opportunity… you defile it.
No courage and no respect.
Day and night, lie after lie,
A glimpse of piss yellow color.
Childish and pompous you remain.
Inside, you’re a weak little bitch,
Onus settles round your nape.
Untrustworthy cowardly betrayer,
Still think that I’d forget?

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