In a place where everything is uncertain,
People change faces behind a closed theater curtain,
To swindle others' rights just for a game of tease,
So they come off with masks obscuring true identities.

Everyone has complex sheets of guises,
To shield one's self from inherent vices.
Better be a human without magnificent grandeur,
Rather be someone whose existence no man can endure.

Lest not give trust to neither a friend nor a foe,
Before you end up listening to yourself about a woe.
But how can we differ one from the other?,
If everywhere deceit has now slather.

Most are gullible enough to be a victim of a crime,
From someone deceiving others just for a waste of time.
The culprit continuously being incredulously exuberant,
Whilst those saw the crime act exceedingly nonchalant.

Shame that we are all appalling creatures with hidden pulchritude,
Behind every lie and guise in sinful sanctitude.
Despite attempts to conceal things due to disenchantment,
None can succeed for human desire never has its true contentment.