smooth lies lie behind the masked face
sweet words to cover up a grave mistake
injected for so long
those roots started to stink
can’t last long
like peyote, they have lost their first freshness
fumbled with weird voodoo sounds
went west instead of south
nothing could grow from this
only rejection, repugnance, ruthlessness
obnoxious taste transferred to perfume
from a brutally raped virgin
will not dissolve in alkali
all fetters must bind me
to finally be able to release
smooth, blissful secretion
knowing no lies and hypocrisy
abhorring their wretched nature
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