Wherefore can you see deception and pretense
So woefully mixed
For if the course taken by the pretenders
Deceives you
The well constructed deception
Will slay you
Deceived and Slayed, as you lay still
Gasping for breath
They will leave, rejoicing in your death
Last drop of blood dripping
As weary eyes open to see their backs
A new life dawns.
Wounded in the battlefield of hypocrisy
Lighted my cigarette
Inhaled the smoke, poured me a drink
The land of truth is a better place
For grace like a cloud hangs around
I inhale it
Iam glad Iam me.
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