Hiding The Monster Poem by Shelomith Noarbe

You knew you were wrong all along,
But not ready to admit it, yet!
All this time you're trying to cover up your mistakes with good 'ol politics,
With sweet gesture, nice smile
And with a very long chitchats
And you might think that it will erase your wrongdoings in the sight of the people
Sad to say but...it will not!
You starve yourself to dishonesty,
You live your life with a twisted tongue,
You crippled your own limbs with a mind-paralyzing lies.
It lies within you;
It eats your flesh from the inside
and little by little to the outside.
The outermost of your skin hovered by your blasphemous words showing nothing but blood.
Blood attracts other curse-addicts that is lurking near.
They will trade their remaining flesh with your oozing blood.
Their flesh made out of treachery.
You crave for flesh, you trade your blood.
Monster's blood for monster's flesh
What difference it could be,
No difference, non at all!
Non at all!

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