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The Liar
A vilest bale of a mort complexion
Seemingly altruistic in his gait
But surface close to the shatter-point
Weakened smile of rictus hidden behind the masked inevitable falsehood
Not caring, feeling, or being
Existence fails
A paradigm of his own painful construct stands tall,
with misplaced pride, but none else
A monolith to his avarice
Never learning, forever insidious and alone
out of the soil into the sky the Angel of disease
Seemingly altruistic in his gait
But surface close to the shatter-point
Weakened smile of rictus hidden behind the masked inevitable falsehood
Not caring, feeling, or being
Existence fails
A paradigm of his own painful construct stands tall,
with misplaced pride, but none else
A monolith to his avarice
Never learning, forever insidious and alone
out of the soil into the sky the Angel of disease
Published 8th Sep 2011
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