The words are sieved
strained
disguised
Hiding the truth
wrapped around
in lies
No longer recognize
the faces
of the unknown
Knowing nothing
is the passcard
to disapointment
Were it just a game
a trick
Sleight of hand
But it's not
It's the putrid
breath
of death
upon the lips
of life
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 8:12 AM UTC
The words are sieved
strained
disguised
Hiding the truth
wrapped around
in lies
No longer recognize
the faces
of the unknown
Knowing nothing
is the passcard
to disapointment
Were it just a game
a trick
Sleight of hand
But it's not
It's the putrid
breath
of death
upon the lips
of life
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