If pretending was believing,
Deception could be made honest.
Lies wouldn't eat away at the mind,
Like stomach acid disintegrating its walls---a fate slow for dying.
A whisper of fasilty would have the ability to replace choking sobs,
For a lust of bathing in sweet liquid.
& the sweetness would overpower the bitterness that taints the moment of bliss.
& none would question the word that could bring dreams to waking...
However, poison fates to devour The Wiser, & a curse from God to carry such a burden--
For the forger is not effected by his illusions.
If pretending was believing,
May you never be The Wiser
MW
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