They flit and float abroad
The airy channels of the sky.
Never do they truly die
As evil forever lives.
Colours bright and wings
Of gold and rainbow.
But their true natures
Never show.
Run child, flee
From the butterflies
Of lies
Deceits and
Treachery.
For written on them
Are intentions most foul.
Plots of cowards, thieves
And crooks set free.
Like the Siren draws all
Men with her lovely song of doom,
As do these paper villains
Taunt our eyes with falsenesses.















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