Lets dress ugly up,
Make it fake,
Do what it will take.
Death becomes remarkable,
Flowers and bouquets.
Make it all go away.
Lets see the truth,
Give me hardcore proof.
Your ugly on the inside,
Stop trying to hide.
Dress the ugly up,
It won't look so rough,
I say this is enough.
Ugly is seen as a task,
Hidden behind that pretty mask.
Nobody sees loved ones when they decay,
Children shot where they lay.
Presidents bringing hookers home,
The tap installed on your phone.
Put it to a halt.
I wanna see ugly released from the vault..
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You write with intensity and bring into play powerful images. Definitely not cliche, your writing is fresh and original.