Who do you think you're fooling?
The lies that perhaps
seemed flawless
are now decaying,
exposing gaping holes,
like yesterday's
moldy fruit.
You're diseased,
infected with falsehoods,
until you are
nothing more than
a precarious tower
of lies, upon which
you base your existence.
We can see through you,
to your parts.
Once, you may
have been able to
charm your way through life.
But now
it's only a matter of
time before your
world crashes and burns
and we step over
the pieces.
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