Strangled truth always insults
And takes a pompous position.
Patronising to protect
It wields a blade so blunt
That blood gushes in gallons
From gashes newly unmasked.
No wonder I skulk and hide
To retain a whisker of pride.
Every effort rebuffed
And all my strength stolen,
I regather and recover
To face the next denial.
My offer is heartfelt and noble,
Generous without jeopardy,
But no-one accepts a gift
Without a deal to enrich it.
Love stirs and strains my soul
But the brutal beat never goes on.
But the brutal beat never goes on.
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