They will come in pleasing tones
With Smiles to denote them, friend.
Their song will sing of glories past
While masking their Ambivalence.
Behind, below, the Old Great Lie.
There you search and there you find,
You've become what you Despise.
Unaware of sharks that feed on
Unawares who see no greed so
Unaware they – live in peace.
About the Creator
Tristan Redearth
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