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Secrecy


 

Genius words from a foul-smelling mouth,

Through night and day, always spits on the crowd.

Lie lies on flowers as truth demands from the ground;

Reality got stained, buried by the clout.

 

Tricky lines were written for us to believe,

Making tomorrow’s reality more unreal.

A daily feed of spell that charms for relief;

Snakes in action for a constant seal.

 

Poop turns into a perfume from behind,

While the scent of goodness stays unsung.

Truth can be seen from being blind.

Are you willing to trust?

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