Weak souls are scared of sweet truth
They run, hide and evade the truth
Loudly they chant their precious lies
Hypnosis minds to believe the lies
Afraid of their own inner darkness
Draws them closer to embracing darkness
The devil lingers in the shadow
Joyfully dancing with their shadow
Feeding their ego with glutinous envy
Willing hating on all that they envy
Happiness, peace and loves eludes them
Heartache, sorrow and peace cannot besiege them.
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