Liars and Angels
Everybody's afraid of death.
Life is a funhouse with opaque mirrors.
Good things can come from the gloom.
To place roses in our hearts.
Evil things scratching at our souls.
Forces force-feeding us fiery darts.
Death can breed liars and prophets.
Everybody's afraid of death.
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