Bloody Hell

I died the day you killed my identity.
You transformed me into a perfect being,
Only to boost your ego daily.
I stand here reminiscing about my reality,
As you're engaged in yet another conspiracy.

I've abhorred any form of dishonesty,
But here you are, entirely fabricating my story.
Those rewards on the shelf look lovely! Don't they?
You've played every move so well,
Believe me-
You've created the epitome of bloody hell.

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