Amongst the gloss and glam
There brews a scam.
A scam bought into
A scam that chooses you.
It chooses to delude
It chooses to elude.
Deludes one of reason
The essence of life in any given season.
Strapped and torn by design
You stand before your maker benign.
Consuming and scoffing as if you're above
But if the truth be known your nothing but sludge.
In the grace of a sun so filled with Love.
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