Along our chosen paths
It flutters through the air
Twisting, taunting, tripping, teasing
Smiling, a hard stare.
Half-truths behind a guise of love
Fickle hearts, false federations
Weave a web of broken lies
Designed to spawn suspicions
Malignant minds our malediction
Employed with great finesse
Despising all that’s pure our true
Hating happiness
No barriers left unbroken
No means left untried
No cost too high to destroy
A heart that’s crucified.


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