He is a fool in smart clothing.
For him i only feel loathing.
He has more faces than big Ben.
His personality can be all different kinds of men.
He laughs when one cries.
When meant to be truthful he lies.
For him the word empathy don't exist.
It is not a word on his to do list.
He is an enemy to humanity.
This fool is riddled with insanity.
Guess who.
No certainly not you.
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