Flattery

Narcissistic supply, a shot of honeyed words How long before the sweet into sour turns? Now the provider, then the provoker We’re all victims, all a perpetrator Honesty and dignity defiled, nailed to a cross Self-serving lies and pretense a dice do toss Their grabbing hands reach for the rags of the dead They fain innocence with blood on their head Wish to buy love and pay with words of lies This game can be played till innocence dies Grief will then bury trust and sincerity Tears and bitterness fill chests of prosperity Foul are the earth, the air and the waters Bringing forth deceitful sons and daughters It is said the inner is reflected in the outer When truth is silent false tongues speak louder