False
Carrion fowl, these shadows loom
champions of certain doom
"Peace, peace" their siren song
proclaims boldly, through ages long
"Hush, child, know, there's naught amiss,
receive the promise: temporal bliss."
Such predators claim to make clear how
prey may grasp their "best life now"
Acquire the tainted truths they sell
in exchange, a home; the depths of hell
This poem is about:
Our world
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