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Friendly is the manner of their greet,
The motive though is sour,
The fellowship deceit,
Caring only to discern
Whether you are chaff or wheat.
Lies and Laud side by side.
Upturned corner of the mouth,
By smile they deride,
Playing on life’s checker board
With pieces of your pride.
Nothing to give, but they will take
Allegiances, held ransom
By act of your mistake
To honor those without,
And love the friend that’s fake.
Every man fell prey to sin.
Carry doubt as your trust,
Know the world you’re in.
The distance from Bless
To Fuck You is very, very thin.
------ "I must create my own system, or be enslaved by another man's"-William Blake
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