.[Verse 1]
If cunning was our birthright
Then falsity became our sport
Beings like trellises of roses
And vines whose beauty so splendidly hid
The vicious biting of recompense
Ours alone to bare and grit
Self-designed deceptions
Jutting out of our skin
War.
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