Preferring The Deception

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Darkness presents itself as light
Death as life

Ignorance parades as wisdom
Wrong declares itself to be right

The wolf is dressed like a lamb
Hell pretends to be Heaven

"Their speech sweet as honey
Their throat a wide open grave"

Tears of partial compassion
A cult of softness.

Preferring the deception
We do not test the spirits

Surrendering ourselves
To our own destruction
The destruction of our children

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