Breast feeding them
Beating around the bush
You let them hide
Behind the illusion
Disguise their fear
Mask their deepest emotion
Just a riddle and a rhyme
Breakfast
And a snack
At the same time
Truth left in a dungeon dark
You justify by
The wink of your eye
Your illusions work so well
And they don't seem to
Tell a lie
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