Hello, great pretender who once deemed divine,
Your narrative weaves a tale of a deceptive sign.
Here's the mirror's reflection, your mask is now unveiled,
A hollow space, where truths are detailed.

Hey, you pretentious narcissist,
With a heart so calloused, and a soul dismissed.
Your crimes laid bare in the shadow's cast,
Yet you weave a web, 'wow, your tale is so vast!

No doubt! you're a maestro of deception, a conductor of deceit,
All you lies and all your excuses are a twisted feat.
But hey, take a moment, you pretentious narcissist!
Your hubris won't evade the truth you've missed.

Oh, wayward soul, with conscience frayed,
Your twisted tales won't grant you aid.
The mask you wear is a feeble disguise,
A labyrinth of deceit which built on lies.

Just because in a holy power that you believe,
Within your coffers, where fortunes weave.
Wrong is wrong, it is a truth unswervingly laid,
Can't you see? No excuses for debts unpaid.

You dance upon a fragile thread,
Woven with the lies you have spread.
But heed this warning, my darkened friend,
Your excuses won't your guilt suspend.

With the mirror, behold your pretentious face!
A mask of arrogance is a hollow space.
Your words are like a poison, seep and linger,
But I see through the smoke when I touch the trigger.

There's a crime you committed in the cloak of night,
Yet you weave a story, oh, I can't believe it is so tight!
You twist the facts and you turn the key,
But little do you know, all of those truth's with me?

Hey, you pretentious narcissist,
Your self-indulgent tales persist.
An orchestration of falsehood is a desperate plea
But, promise, the chords of honesty will set you free!

Your words are like daggers that cut the air,
But with your deceitful stare, I am keenly aware.
A puppeteer of falsehood that you may be,
Yet justice calls for honesty.

Can't you hear it? The victim's tears and their silent cries?
It echoes in the depths of truth and not lies.
Your alibis is like ashes that crumble,
Beneath the weight of deeds that tumble.

Do you not have a family, a daughter and son fair?
Or a brother, a sister who breathes the same shared air?
Imagine their eyes, reflecting your sin,
A tainted legacy, where no one can win.

Face the mirror and behold your reflection,
A portrait of guilt with a soul's dissection.
The truth is a storm that relentlessly brewing,
Your excuses are a feeble shield, undoing!

In the silence of night, do you not hear?
The whispers of conscience, drawing near?
Your riches may blind and your ego may swell,
But with a familial ties, the heart cannot quell.

I stand as witness, as judge, and as jury,
To all your sins that are so cold and fury.
No sanctuary in tales which is untrue,
For karma's grip will tighten and you know it's true!

Hey, you pretentious narcissist, I repeat!
In your quest for power, what have you missed?
Think of the ones who bear your name,
Would they stand proud or hang their heads in shame?

So heed this warning, YOU!, wayward one!
The reckoning of deeds is never done.
Confess! repent! let your guilt be your guide,
For truth and relentless, won't subside.

Wrong is wrong, in the eyes of kin,
No excuses can silence the cries within.
Confess! repent! before ties sever,
For the family's love is a bond forever.

The soul's boundless wealth is not in a jewel's embrace,
Remember, in heart's ledger, virtues leave a luminous trace.
In life's grand account, which values insist.....
A treasury of love is not in gold but in the heart's powerful gist.
(by MCLC)