Cingular Gyrus

"Trust me not or what I weave
I lead stories of deceit
My web of words only charm
and my naught never harms

Or that is what I make
Some act for me to take
My death aches in wonder
As my lust takes us both asunder"

Take heed friend and live
A life of lust only lusts grief
I lost trust in you, you are not good
A good man to invest faith as i should

I feel sorry for things you said
Hate for me is an Infidel
Stop or you'll fall in haste
Ending up as everyone's disgrace

Stop dear, it may not heal
Else wanting to feel
The wrath of good love
Or a thunder falling from above

I may have no right to judge
But have my own judgement perhaps
To have none like you around
But people who respect love

With one word I can
WIth one single truth placed down
But have you rather learn and leave
As may your friends see you as a clown

Your stories have no ingenuity
Interest leaves as soon as talking to me
Its a part I hate when I look at you
When disgust takes place in cue

This is nothing but an advise
Before everything else falls apart
Be good, respect and be kind
Leave the life you enjoy seemingly blind.
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I just hate the feeling of losing my friends as I see them as not worthy of trust.

If you think you know me, I hate infidelity like I hate lies and being cheated upon.

Cingular gyrus- a section of the brain said to be active when a person is lying, inventing a story, trying to imagine a story that did not really happen. Now recently being used in lie detection through MRI testing.

Jan 24, 09 -

Oh, I just hate infidels!