Beneath these robes
there dwells a lie
These beads they bind
the fear inside
This cloak of harmony
fits my form so well
A riotous fabric
born of chaos and hell
A true enigma
of heat and light
Within a deep dark cave
where no one is saved
Should the truth itself
ever be exposed
The world would see
the imposter is me
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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