White Heal-All
A flower that hath such a deceiving name
Of impossibility, delicate frame.
To fix all calamity, heal all the pain
And bring back our loved ones all this it does claim.
The Heal-All, the beauty, the calmness, the light.
The moth that got lost in the spider's great might.
All this deception that's painted in white
Seems to cover the evil that comes out at night.
And now we see truth that is simple and plain,
The Heal-All that hath such a deceiving name.
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