accoustic rhetorics

love is blind,

for temptation is the eyes,

half the true sight,

for  desire is the white lies.

You choose to believe,

for what you see but you can’t get,

you opt to be betrayed,

by what got into you that you don’t see right.

Suddenly,

you see the right to revenge will do you no wrong,

eventually,

what left is the hatred you get so wrong.

now,

fate is in twisted play,

life is a drama in replay,

for it is the reason we live and pray,

destiny we have in faith for otherwise nothing on its way,   

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