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Trustworthy?
A lovely girl, full of potential
Has committed a feverous crime.
Ironic how in her darkest hour,
It’s the detective's time to shine.
He does his job dutifully,
With icy tears that frame his eyes
She makes her exit beautifully,
I did note, she didn’t cry.
Now motivation is being handed out like candy to the masses
They hide from it,
A misguided trust that compliance was once taught in these classes.
Predictably, we’ve been betrayed
And the weakest was sacrificed.
But if she could, she probably would’ve
killed us all with just a kitchen knife.
Luckily there’s no need to speak,
No need to even think.
Our detective has once again solved this
Tragic mystery.
It isn’t enough for you to feel unnerved
You should all be afraid.
Cause’ I’m not sure we’re even on earth,
And it’s the calm ones who’re less than sane.
In fact sane is the furthest thing
From the next contestant up to swing
Villainous wiles, all the while,
He takes two lives mercilessly…
Right in front of me.
How?
How can they all still spit and spew that awful word of trust?
They don’t see how dangerous it is to let the calm one intermix with us?
So.
That girl? She’s a killer.
No, I swear it’s true!
What’s wrong? Is it really that hard to believe,
That all this time, your “friend” has been lying to you?
It’s true for me too,
Though much less unexpected.
Yes, people I’d trusted have plotted their own sorts of exits.
I knew you wouldn’t listen to me,
But that’s really no matter.
Only one of you needs to see,
And he’s a knack for making every lie shatter.
Whatever.
I’m not afraid of anything
This, I swear it’s true
So shoot at me all you’d like
Actually, I’m bulletproof.
And I will make it out alive
This is also true.
Even if only I survive; the world is mine
You heard that right, I’d kill all of you.
But now I’m bored, so… I give up!
Nyehe, This little game was fun…
Now there’s no need for truths to be discovered so
You should just accept it’s done.
Oh look, she's got a gun...
How naive I had been to try
To stop the evil deep within
With stakes like these, is it really true that I…
No, I need to win.
So who did it… Me?
Or Him.
Perhaps it’d of been better for you
To never truly know.
Because a beautiful lie, at least to me
Has always been preferable.
O’ my greatest of muse, but of course you do
You’ll always see right through, won't you?
What happens after this, I’ll never know
But honestly?
Shuichi,
I trust you.