Oh sweet darkness that hides all reflections of our imperfections
Obscured mirror that holds our blackest fear of seeing reality of all we be
That another should discover that under thick cover we lie naked and ugly
Hide our lust under a thin crust and thrust its wrinkled image
On others once brothers now enemies that hate
Righteous loathing in sheep's clothing, become deceptive visions of the pearly gate
Desire for murder most foul, drools from our voracious jowl as criminals we berate
Our bald headed envy and fat bellied greed are thought another man's creed
Yet from our wounds we bleed a more fetid seed
And over the disgrace of a ghoul face we place the mask of a fool
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