All Just Nonsense
It’s all just noise and chatter,
Fake words that never matter.
Stay away, don’t play his game,
Don’t you dare say "he’s flame."
He’s lying through his teeth,
His show hides what's beneath.
One flash, then he’s gone blind,
No real soul you'll find.
No one got his back,
He talks but can't act.
His words are melting ice –
It’s all just fake advice.
It’s all just nonsense,
He sinks your confidence.
Don’t trust his sweet disguise,
It’s all just… LIES.
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Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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