MaimasMaimas
Maimas is my name, and rhymning is my game. My words can be a rope, a rope for you to choke. My words can be a bed, a bed for you to rest you wary head. Cross me once and you might live, cross me twice and you life you might have to give. But I can be forgiving, but only if I'm willing. Beware to the fools, they fall for my wordplay tools. Fall into my trap, and your lost without a map. A labyrinth you would find, in the subconscious of my mind.
Maimas in my name, and rhymning is my game...
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Too Devious
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