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Hidden Lies
There, thrust to high Heaven my ever trusted foe whose flashes flames of fine froth lured me within his caste raps. There, lies my intent torment; A galaxy of my inventor Deadly duel reminiscence. Falsehood keg me in Bars, spade off, from sprayed spittle. Like a barren scarecrow. Stood scar of the underworld, A trait, from trusted Martian His facade holds a fang His rear springs a barrow His mid inhabits a maim, runs the raw rubbles of a rival, What a rust of uncrowned remedies? Like the unspoken mirage. Seared off from the carcass Set asunder from my design Have I return unhurt and unscarred? Where are the fang, barrow and maim That once engulfs my whole sanity where is my entrusted foe? Where are hands that spared me? Whose satire bears me up, Like the spider’s barrow is the cradle of my existence? There goes my foe There goes my torment A friend and a comforter, Engrave in a solemn sepulcher Owe in spread wings to oblivion Leaving a fang for a portion: Solace that hurts, Secrets that sieved the siege A hidden jewel for a treasure Truth that heals.
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