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---------------------------------- Her Hoax ---------------------------------- Despicable the hate, the blame the lies, the claims Spread abroad, desire of attention wicked in ways unspeakable-- Not to mention Yet, spoken Yet, defended Yet, unwise Yet, contended Going against perception throwing knives-- didn’t really read? Didn’t really know Perception is weak Blame Blame for truth, for defense, for compassion Her selfish ways they seek the glory of destruction A human’s curse Yet perception doesn’t always know the heartache, the pain the reason for knives that go But were there knives? Not until she gave them Not until she disguised them with fakery only known to the people who understand They sit in the sidelines Not detecting this hoax Not knowing the side with the most loss from the deception that surrounds from the hoax that they don’t see don’t hear, don’t believe How should they? She’s the master of it Much practice given then taken from the ones she’s spent A portion of herself the giving to her don’t faze it’s a joke really-- Except not, That would be putting it too lightly