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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