The tactile sensation of convulsing pain, Keeps the hand striving to enact a gain. For, even a benighted fool can deem, The nugatory prattle that's made of whim. It is but prudent to unravel deeper vagary, Before, even, trusting blather, so openly. A mask, that smiles, isn't always equivalent, To the intent that's cloaked, encrypted, and set. Hush the screams and denials that result, From harrowing incidents that revolt. Choose, instead, to remain phlegmatic; Before giving full credence to any edict. Of Falsehood and Truth. #trust #falsehood #truth #yqbaba
