The Great Deceiver
Their is deception that dwells in me.
A struggle within to exlude my false being.
If nothing more, all I ask for is truth.
Not much to gain and their is even more to lose.
A cold dark world.
Run by society.
Not free of mind.
Absent of honesty.
Illusions of grace.
Tempt us to feel.
It is all fake.
But pretends to be real.
This world tries to shadow integrity.
Consume our minds, enslave what is free.
I won't conform, but become pure in heart.
Liberate my mind, and make a new start.
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