A twisted tongue tells the sweetest tale
To paint a picture of worthy alliance
Declaring a cat fit to wear a dog's tail
Forging illusions as a real form of existence
A man only owns what he can make his
Every painter would paint what his mind sees
In a world where men play for wealth or fame
Playing for survival should remain your wisest game
Shape your nature to suit men's taste
Appearing to each to appeal his state
In Rome be a Roman and in Jarusalem a Jew
Let every culture and religion be a replica of you
To the deceiver be crooked and to the noble be fit
To the foolish speak folly and to the wise give wit
Party with the merry and with the mourner grief
For every man is bought first by his belief
To whom power is due should your honour be given
Yet in his slumber,awake and let such honour be taken
Massage men's ego and feed their pride
Gain both their trust and vulnerability alike
Welcome them with friendship and capture their minds
And in their state of oblivion then must you strike !
For what defines betrayal if done by a foe?
Be a many faced creature, men's strength, men's woe!
DECIET
She feigned innocent to me;
Bloomed, color burst, fragrance sprayed.
How insanely I fell for
All those displayed; cleverly made.
How overlooked the veiled reality!
Now that, likings to fade,
She surfaces again; fresh touch
To assume a new shade.
©pkdas300917
Religion, and i mean all religion is a lie and a cheat, literally all, Adam never had a religion they simply knew thier creator, end of.
this i put on my timeline, this is my final conclusion on the matter. Jahshua never taught about religion he taught about life and about Ja.
Now we mock and scorn even at the truth
We hear it now and then as fresh as they sound
Yet dried to the root
We know it can be possible, ooh won’t be possible
The way that poise to be accessible
We don’t dare to follow, we fear the unawares
The truth like our reflection gaze at us
Yet we don’t recognize it, cus it looks too real
We have been told to hold the lies and forfeit the truth
Though we don’t crave for the lies,
But just can’t stay believing in their deceit and ostensible mutterings
We know what we want
And won’t stop till we get them
i gasped for breath like a fish out of water i tried to speak but silence is all i could
mutter my courage was faint like bread trapped between much butter,
my wings could not flutter but the words boiled in me like hot water
it was a dish on a platter,manner i failed to gather, she knew what my heart was
after teasing my burning desire, my eloquent tongue was left to scamper for
cover, in a dark corner i watched her peel mans wrapper, revealing natures
wonder
all for my hungry eyes to plunder, her craft ate through my senses like a cancer
to my aching heart her lies had the answer, she was indeed a woven deciet
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