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There is a luxurious lair of lies Lovingly tended and layered with blanket truths; A soft-bedding of sumptuous sycophancy Tucked in too neatly with a pat on the bottom delivered by hand. Delusion drips from wet lips and silken tongues and Lips smack with self-satisfaction and serial smugness. Syrupy sentiments mist the eyes and blur the vision. Charity is cold and cynical here with oily patronage to grease the wheels. Fresh facts freeze outside the glowing house of harpy half - truths as self- advancement holds the floor. You need to wear a cloak to enter and hold it tight against you You need to study the players You need to act.
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
The Seat of Power
There is a luxurious lair of lies Lovingly tended and layered with blanket truths; A soft-bedding of sumptuous sycophancy Tucked in too neatly with a pat on the bottom delivered by hand. Delusion drips from wet lips and silken tongues and Lips smack with self-satisfaction and serial smugness. Syrupy sentiments mist the eyes and blur the vision. Charity is cold and cynical here with oily patronage to grease the wheels. Fresh facts freeze outside the glowing house of harpy half - truths as self- advancement holds the floor. You need to wear a cloak to enter and hold it tight against you You need to study the players You need to act.
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
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