Burning bridges,
Humbled prides
Broken grounds bearing islands
And when the ego withers,
Humility take the reign
Serpent stories of sinners and saints
It is the word that beget a heathen
Lines drawn in between kept terrains asunder
No cleaner robe around every heart
And when the moon dance,
Pretense takes control
Another smile, a blanket of darkness
Within, what's brewed is beyond danger
Egos exerted sharper than daggers
Another soul, to shame, they casted
Truth is, everybody has a demon they need to kill
So, don't tell a man the truth
And then, distance yourself from him
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