Assumptions can grow so vile,
Deceit is an untiring pursuant
plotting this black parade...
How can a two-faced clown laugh
at this shape-shifting - a parallax?
No dumb can be complacent
to an unending cloud of false comfort
Why are evils summoned
to labor for this abomination?
When will the thick mist diffuse
to save our bond and vows?
Never will the light of hope
be doused by the demon's commands
for then we’ll trace the dots
from where the line be drawn.
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