A man

In a world of deceit, a man did reside,
Crafting a web of lies with cunning pride.
He weaved a tale of heroism and glory,
Feeding his ego, building his false story.

His words dripped with sweet deceit,
As he basked in a superiority he thought complete.
He watched her struggle, homeless, and alone,
And laughed with disgusting glee, heart turned to stone.

Behind his fake smile, a monster did hide,
A heart devoid of empathy, a soul soaked in pride.
His laughter echoed, a cruel symphony of disdain,
As her pain became his entertainment, his twisted game.

He reveled in the power, the control in his hands,
To leave her broken, discarded in life's shifting sands.
He saw her suffering, but it meant nothing to him,
For he was the puppet master, pulling every grim string.

But as his lies unraveled, truth seeped through the cracks,
And the light exposed his deceit, his despicable acts.
No longer a hero in many eyes, just a deceptive shell,
He fell from his throne of lies, condemned to hell.

For the liar's fall is inevitable and grand,
A fate deserved by those who manipulate and demand.
The laughter turned to bitter echoes of regret,
As he realized the price of his lies, a truth hard to forget.

May he learn the pain, the anguish he caused,
And may remorse consume him, his arrogance paused.
For the world will learn to see through his disguise,
And the harrowing truth of his deeds will surely rise.