don't cancel her gig...

don't cancel her gig...

Imposter
There's an imposter in the house of love. Stealing secrets at intimate moments. The band can't gig. You stop the gig; petty jealousy. Stopping her moving on. Pinning her in your spider's web of deceit. Intertwining her life with a river of lies. There will be no gig tonight. Or anytime soon if you have your way. This is where a warrior of the light comes in.

To utterly break your back and fuck up your fairytale of lies. Are you game to meet him head on and lose? Period. No second chance to stop her house of love gig. You, the spy failure, pretending to be her. Trying to steal her thunder. You did it once. Second time exfinite death, of you.

What do we make of you now? Because of the warrior of light, you hate even more. But not as much as she loathes you. You cancelled her gig once, not again. She learnt how to sing again. How to hold the audience in her hand. And they became one with her, all laughing at you. You, the failure and all things not to be liked in a person.

We don't even need to list your bad qualities. When they heard her song, torches were lit thru her land. She learnt to fly and gave the meek hope. Hope to stand up and fight. Defeating the nasty oppressors and complainers. Ending your tyranny with a song of innocence. While you, you live in a land of shit.