Townspeople gathered in a mob.
Pitchforks and torches illuminating hatred.
Betrayal exposing an inside job
on the verge of painting the house pure red.
The cage walls receded.
Compromising the life inside.
The third man had succeeded
in taking pieces of my pride.
Leaving the abode brimming with griefs,
I left the town denying any amnesty.
Defeat is not in my dictionary of beliefs.
That was how I meet this man--dishonesty
----The Third Man: Dishonesty
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