Dear Man,
My name is Deception. I lie below Truth and Loyalty, at the points of lies and misdirection. I love to make others feel confused and self-inflicted- When in reality , everything they feel is nothing short of real and conflicted. I make women feel as though they are emotional- Yet I disguise myself in lies, making myself appear more in-disposable. I know there comes a time when a woman figures me out- But I've built such a good story, I don't believe there should be any doubt. I continue to build stories that I think build my credibility and character- Thinking that I'm the best she's ever had and there can't be another parameter. There will come a day when I'm challenged, and she will say she's done- But don't worry Man, I will help you think of a rebuttal that compares to none. I'll have her on her knees begging for you to keep her- Making you feel like someone Satan himself couldn't even name after a better reaper. You've now enveloped this woman in all your lies and me with deception- To the point where you've blinded not only her love but her angelic perception. Her perception not only of you, but of man in general- She will never love again, with any ounce, any gram, or any mineral- What's left inside her is dark, shallow, and cold- She will never love a man again, as she grows old. My name is Deception and I love the role I play- As long as you play games, in your life I will stay. I have no regard for feelings, looks, or love- Because the evil I evoke amongst you all will always rise above. I strive for bitterness, anger, and other types of bad posture- For I know that with me, true love can never prosper.
Signed,
Deception
