liar, liar pants on fire
Oh how i want to watch you burn,
see you squirm around in your skin
and feel the pain of consequence
I would give much to smell your charred flesh
and taste that acrid smoke on my tongue.
How precious would it be to hold the match
that sets it all ablaze.
But Ill just watch while you set those flames yourself.
There's so much more satisfaction in walking away with the water
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