shrouding beauty

interpreting silence

while you struggle with violence

your cracking your nails

as you dig them to the grave

what have you to reason

it comes with the seasons

your feeling of false comfort

will consume the hurt

cover your face

with the decaying paste

smile and wave

with a lie hid in waste

i tried to help you

there is not much i can do

for God will now teach you

what really is true

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