You tend to be undecided on whether to play for good or bad, so you choose both.
Either way, both games turn out to be perilous ponds of thin ice anticipating their first scissures.
Clearly this doesn’t worry you, considering you fail to remember humans are not as easy to fish out, as they are to trigger.
That’s really all you are, isn’t it? The trigger on a gun with no bullets.
No, that is how you are always perceived, but you are much more.
You are intelligence, impulsiveness, and humor integrated into a single shade known as deceit.
It’s too bad you have a reputation of evil sitting on your shoulder like lint stuck to a sweater.
But then again, all reputations always have stories behind them.
However, I must admit, I believe you work goes unrewarded more often than not.
These works consist of the frozen ponds melting back to their youth and allowing children to have deep-sea adventures.
You shall not mistake my words for praise.
I simply believe the art of deception is one that reminds us that canvases never remain white and pure.
Even when creating something beautiful in the processes, canvases are meant to become tainted.
You just know how to mix the colors in your favor.
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Deceit Also Likes to Paint
PoetrySo, unlike most of my other poems, I chose to give this one a description because I feel that the poem makes more sense if I explain a bit first. In English our teacher showed us a poem called "Death Be Not Proud" by John Donne, which is him talking...
