Vomiting ghosts, you are in deep.
You only (save) the money that
created
you.
Never do you save the drowning. You are blind, to their call;
deaf to our wave.
Palatable proposals plaster you;
yet,
when eaten, they resemble apples.
Snakes bleed from your veins
when you are pricked with truth.
A shard of genuineness would be but a thimble upon your grave.
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6.10pm