If I had a word to look after,
A word that goes beyond the latter,
That has a simple description,
Or is it a card for confusion,
Rather than to answer a complex question,
It would be deceive

What is it to be deceived?
To take a couple of shots to our little mischief?
To form an unbreakable bond to he who is misfit?
Oh that looks quite the show
Why don't we take an applause for such a blow

How does it taste?
Does betrayal tastes conspicuous?
Does it set a menace to the ones who are conscious?
Wine tasted fine after a sip of being fooled
And in a blink of an eye, a shake in the bones, and a twist of the tongue, the throat trembled like an oath

So if there's a chance to find the word,
That can either soothe the soul or tear a mold,
A truth that is covered by the moth,
Is the word that I need to be careful of