Devoted glitter pickers,
Assigned to remove layers of glitz...
Gleam and blinding shine.
Begin early in the day,
Slowly picking away a sleazing of slime.
Exposing to awakening disbelieving minds,
A view of reality more horrifying...
Than any nightmare can shock.
To put an end to delusions.
And kept scenes of deceiving pretensions,
Revealed.
Promising to never heal those,
Who have had it discovered to know...
Just how deep the depth...
They've allowed themselves to be duped!
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