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Skin Layer
Prophets dictating our lives from the sidewalk,
Religion outlining corpses with chalk.
So many in the name of love get tongue-tied,
So many in the name of lust sacrifice their parents' pride.
Sacrifice so much for so little in return,
And for years onward feel that pang burn.
Stooges elated in the company of prima donnas,
Demimondaines whipping at the soul of the untainted,
In this seeking get their past blotted.
How the deceitful steal the aurora and deprive of wonder,
Where holding trust is the biggest blunder.
In a world where to conquer the heart of someone treasured,
you have to first own gems and wear karats.
In a fearsome void where paragons are demonised,
and gaudiness is celebrated and glorified.
Where fools mistake their opinions for facts,
and unrelentingly impose their ignorance upon credulous, intellectually-crippled indigents.
Where to partake honestly without resentment is to sin,
Where to truth, falsehood grows akin.
Where evil is carved in the likeness of good,
Where blood is smeared in the name of innocent greed,
For the prosperous to feed,
I chose to....
Religion outlining corpses with chalk.
So many in the name of love get tongue-tied,
So many in the name of lust sacrifice their parents' pride.
Sacrifice so much for so little in return,
And for years onward feel that pang burn.
Stooges elated in the company of prima donnas,
Demimondaines whipping at the soul of the untainted,
In this seeking get their past blotted.
How the deceitful steal the aurora and deprive of wonder,
Where holding trust is the biggest blunder.
In a world where to conquer the heart of someone treasured,
you have to first own gems and wear karats.
In a fearsome void where paragons are demonised,
and gaudiness is celebrated and glorified.
Where fools mistake their opinions for facts,
and unrelentingly impose their ignorance upon credulous, intellectually-crippled indigents.
Where to partake honestly without resentment is to sin,
Where to truth, falsehood grows akin.
Where evil is carved in the likeness of good,
Where blood is smeared in the name of innocent greed,
For the prosperous to feed,
I chose to....
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