The Picture of A Cynic

The Crow would know it’s all a show

The veil of self-defeat.

The Fox has mox and slips the locks

But dies out on the streets.

 

The worst is cursed to quench the thirst

Vanity laid bare.

We taste the waste of love erased

Deserved sweet despair.

 

And debt is met with perfect threat

With nothing more to say.

The winds of sin caress the skin

It all just turns to Gray.

 

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