To portray that which is premeditated,
Does not complete to disguise in a full camouflage.
One's word means nothing...
If a repeated deceit becomes revealed,
To mask with sweetness...
What is really concealed.
However...
Those unexperienced,
To walk a plank blindfolded without faith...
But say with them faith is always kept?
Will always believe,
Their perceptions are acceptable...
To the ones living lives without adorning masks!
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