There’s chinks in the armour
Some cracks in the veneer
The aggressive smiles fading
Reality becomes clear
Self-sabotage and betrayal
Words cannot be returned
Trailing long behind
All those people that were burned
Social power has waned
It’s time to turn away
The blame lies unresolved
Whilst whispers have their say
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
Charles Adams
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