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ARTIFICIAL

tales from the past interest me
testimonies encourage me
beware of the knock on your neighbour's door
dont ignore it,get some information
the crack on the wall
might become a hole on your fence


ARTIFICIAL

The existence of "Artificiality"
Has neither boundaries nor limits
Across gender,personality,identity and disposition
It holds its throne among the sons of men

He is a manly-boy
She is just a girl
He is experienced
She is naive
He is opaque
She is transparent
He is perfidious
She is trustworthy

A blend of contrasting personalities
connected on the stage of "love"
In the light of a saviour he approached
With tales from the past,laying emphasis on common grounds
Her interest is aroused
Cos the naive holds curiosity some where in their bossom
Blink, Blink - goes the signal
He recognises her gullibility

As a hook takes hold on a fish
He capitalizes on his discoveries
In an experience borne expertise
He wades her off her familiar route
"Thank goodness, i finally came to shore
No need to sail on unknown waters"
Such were the thoughts on her mind

Armed with rehearsed gait
and the softness of questionable sainthood
He gains way into her resource mine
In deceit, she was mined

She is rich and endowed with life's resources
yea,in abundance- Cash like gold
Beauty like diamond,kindness of heart like ornyx
Temperane like ruby
She is the kind of lady who sticks
Neither for price nor reward

He is built and manly
So sad, he's got a boy's understanding
Men live today in consideration of the 'morrow
Boys live today with the moment at heart
Without consideration of her mines' nature
He quarried the resource whose origin he knows not

Alas! she was at loss
He counted his blessings like the smart will do
She was pent-up
He expressed emotions that never existed
He promised perpetuity
In search of security, She signed a treaty
If only wisdom made her know it was her own 'goal

He claims what he's not
Reciting the victory of others
As though they were his
Showing off mundane possessions
But will never own up when she asks
A pauper he is when with her
A king with the others
He condemns wrong before her
Embraces the opposite as she blinks away

He wants her when the mine is due
Prefers another when the mine goes fallow
"I'm at the blue gate," he says
A second look reveals him at the grey
He calls it A, reality states it's Z

I can understand the contrast between darkness and light
yet, i struggle to comprehend that between a good container
and a rotten content
Why do people prefer artificial noble poses
Knowing that they tempt serious trouble

The virus of artificial nobility
Has ruined many potential nobles
What does it pay to lead up the garden
When the reward is, but ephemeral
I choose to be myself
Live sincerely and deal sincerely
In the path of transparency lies greatness
For hypocrisy shall bite the dust

I DETEST THE CIRCLE OF ARTIFICIAL PERSONS

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