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Novelty Worn

What traitors do they be
That pretend to be kind to see
Who will giggle and lie
Of a life in dye
So dark and black
While they stab in the back?
Whenever a call we would follow
But now we know the wood so hollow,
For we with bad status in hand
Can only crawl across the land
For never can we gain a role,
In their eyes a simple soul
Yet little do the realize
That their acts are no disguise,
Now a passing day has gone
Of a marching funeral long.