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Track Three

I stand before you
all horrid and human,
dealing in lies
that come off like comfort to you

I plant seeds
in the fertile earth of my appearance
Cultivate and grow them
to make me what you want

I dare not hold you,
no, but let you cradle me
And that stinks of betrayal,
alas, your nose is busy with the roses

Your eyes too are occupied
by an outside so lovely
Drinking in the beauty of my garden
they cannot see the poison in the soil

It is not me you desire
but the flowers in my flesh

I am the great deceiver
And I shall watch you fall
Written by roonerspism (Sinead M.)
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