This is the body of the world, which betrays you.
The world betrays; encoded in DNA.
This is the you which betrays in time, the you
It's always been there, in each word we say.
And all the other yous are similar chameleons,
A treasonous chain of back-biting fiends
Treason lives in tongues, closed faces and organs,
Of eyes lying first and mouths following their lead.
A curtain of fallowness obscures the light.
A ring of deception captures truth.
There’s you who hates yourself and nightly prays to die,
And there is you, who wields the knife to try to stop the lie,
And that is you, already dead but never found out why.
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