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Deception of living

On the nails of hope
Wishes I stick,
Tomorrow is a slope
As fear does prick,
Walking on a rope
Is a passion of a freak,
Stalking with a hope
Is a fashion we lick,
Feigning becomes truth
When I speak
Without a slough,
You call me, "Sick!"
'Life is beautiful'
When it's painless,
Did ever any life
Came without pain?
Is death then
life's disgrace?
My Self asks
changing masks
of my own face----
What's my job here
In this place?
____azrael pavel
Written by azrael666
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