A little kindness is what is needed
Don't fake part of the kindred
They tread through fire
But additionally you poke with hot wire
You go behind them snooping
Petty issues inquiring
Witlessness of highest rank
To your latrine go to bank
Your wickedness you paint with good
Nibbling the good like food
When enough will be enough
In particles you'll be like dough
You don't need to
Counts of one, two
Precious souls in recall
To you when they befall
Your malediction pinned world
In it you'll be found and bound
Don't fake being an angel
You're worse than a snake
We know your game
You don't need to!
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