how long will it take
for the weakling to fake?
double-crossing,
breaking hearts,
ditching rules,
departing from the real
to retain the snug feel,
keeping from
being attacked &'damaged'
preserving inner hemorrhage...
escaping into greater
than ever delusion,
to run away
from growing confusion,
feverish cockiness,
devious plans
became his curse
and steady fusion.
oh, the double-think
closing the ring!
taking a fancy to feign
killed the season
of gist & the reign of reason,
forgetting that feigning
never befriends any sort of reigning
the spirit of truth & love
are fixed friends
without them,
the flourishing time,
and real blessedness ends...
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