Don’t believe the fantasy

Happiness a duel wielding thief,
Rolling the dice with glee,
It will slice you with its poisonous
Dagger,
Paralyzed by the toxins of age old lies,
Power is like the strings of a bards lute,
Delicate and deadly,
Beautiful but dangerous,
Forever ready to play a song and put you to death,
Passion the lyrical monster,
Sang by a siren,
Entrancing words,
Deadly with beauty,
Awaiting a fool, ready to strike,
Swallowing you whole,
With her ballad of lust and exploitation.

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