Candy Fog
I don't fake my falling up the hill on discovering truth.
I won't blame that regress on the chill, the warming of the fumes.
If you take that candy and you feel, it will not impress you.
You win and then you lose.
What a twist by choking on the fog, that executed brain.
How long 'till you're turning into dog, and when are all the chains?
If you see what's coming and you stop, you will not feel the pain.
It's poisoning your veins.
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