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| Gilded Nothing is at is seems, Looking through this shallow pond. Hate and greed clouds the water. We're all aquamatic: Half part water, twice as much dross. And we all lie to our Father, Hypocreating, disaster led. Majority rules but is hardly right. False identity, stabbing misconceptions, How much longer will I feel I have to fight? Neighbor's abuse and life long secrets He mourned them so long, And we thought they were forgotten. Desire is just a crave, Pearl gates and streets of gold. I too have been living this lie, Because this Ground is empty and soulless. |