" I just want to help you dear stranger,
For you are unwell and unfit to live;
Give me your golds and surrender your soul,
Else you can't have what heaven I could give."
Hail the Saint of Trickery
The master in spinning truth and lies
Weaving ever so seamlessly
Into the most beautiful veil of trust.
He shifted fear and shifted faith
Tore the fragile cloth of esteem
Draped you with his woven says
Oh, so beautiful a creature you can be!
Hail the Saint of Trickery
Hail the Saint of Trickery
Hail the Saint of Trickery
A peek into my clueless, messy mind..
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