Charlatans

All of your miracles

All of your blessed gifts

They will all disappear

The visage fades and cracks

The body becomes soft and worn

The eyes dull and lifeless

It all disappears as time marches on

In the end we are left with only but one thing

Who we are

Good for some

This is not true for you or I

Our life of sin and fraud will catch us in the end

All that will be left is our bitter distaste for the world and the feeling of loss due to our own deceptive ways

I accepted this fate, have you?

 

 

 

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