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Chuckles in the Dark
The innocent masses
The little kisses that mean so much/so little
The dagger black
The rare jewels in ancient tombs
Dead bodies leaving gaps for others to fill
We see them in silence
Quietly hiding away the lives we live
The smirks on our faces enhancing the lie
The reaper laughs his hallow laugh
We are blind to our enemy/focused on false goals
A blade ***** away our life
An imaginary shroud removes our whim
We dissolve to animals
These are the last days
I use a pile of lies, tricks, and hypocrisy as a throne
Some men scoff at me
Many more scorn my birth
One asks me
"Why use this as a ruling place?"
"Have you ever seen one made of something else?
I just don't paint it up in gold"
Erin M Petersen
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