A very wicked, deceitful man,

A very wicked, deceitful man,

With a silver tongue, he made his plan.

He spoke in lies, and wore a smile,

But deep inside, he’d hurt awhile.

He took what wasn’t his to claim,

And played the game with no shame.

His words would twist, his hands would steal,

And no one saw the raw deal.

He promised hope, but gave despair,

Leaving hearts broken, everywhere.

No redemption, no sweet end,

Only lies that never mend.

The world was fooled, for just a time,

By his cunning, crafted rhyme.

But truth, it always finds a way,

To burn through lies and end the play.

And in the end, he faced the cost,

For all he’d gained, he’d truly lost.

No peace, no joy, no place to run,

The wicked man’s game was finally done.

His deeds caught up, no place to hide,

Alone, he crumbled from inside.

No happy ending, no escape,

Just shadows where his soul took shape.