Master of deception interweaving truth and fiction, to hide the games you play, pulling others into the intricate web you have woven, feeding on their souls as a spider does it's pray, plucking the strings of emotions, unaware, uncaring, dragging them into the abyss, filling them with pain, agony, torment, and dispare, no feelings of guilt, remorse, nor shame, until you find it is you that has been played, and the true suffering you have caused has taken your happiness, your love, your life, for these games, expose the ugliness of your soul, your treachery bringing on the decay of your beauty, realizing in the blink of an eye, it has been your strings being pulled by the master of illusion.
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