Atrocities from a Story Book Perspective

Pretense your substance on dotted lines And keep sidestepping notions of solace ties Split tongue and a nervous stare Arm the cannons, rain fire on the serpent's lair Now you look it in the eyes See, solve this (pretense) All these say (you're wrong) When we were (a stake) Solace play (your hand) You're running How perfect Your lie Provoked Change, against this Reigning Plaintiff Renounce, bleed Try Try and Try To defang me