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Deceit wears a Janus face
Veiled in an angelic façade
Whose fixed smile
Apes magnetized mesmerism;
Unhappiness breeds contempt
Teasing innocence
Into its woven web of misery;
Morality, not favored nor desired,
Decays in the cocooned cell
Created in the web’s confining labyrinth;
Compassion, a stranger of instinct,
Fails to be learned; suffering relieved
Only by that of others—what greater healing
Than injecting such on those once loved?
Bereft of reasoning, misery seeks itself
And forgiveness remains an elusive discovery;
Tears, an unemotional exhaust of afterthought
Leave a cracked mirroring sheen.
How long before the reservoir of grief
Runs dry and the cistern of love empties?
Pray tell my darling one. How long?
