One person, two people, three people, more..

You whispered to a stranger

Then bedded down a whore.

Her husband, her children, too many to name

You wanted someone to bear their soul

That were unknowing of your game.

The seasons, the memories, then you became bored

Writing all your little lies

On the problem of Discord.

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