Look deep in the mirror of rejection
Divert through fogs of fools gold
It’ll highlight the rotten condition
You’ll want to spit spite in the eye of its hosts,
But glass is a wall of preservation
Tongue a tie to hold back
From detestable damnation
Turning weaknesses into wide cracks
A spell casting a blanket
under which all live and sleep
Just who are the hated and haters;
Prevailing fairy-tales hide honest truths.
Who then are we kidding?
When we speak of the problems at hand
Everyone has their own answer,
But you’ll lie if it’s me or it’s you.
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