Twisted are the manoeuvres

That turn the tables

A shadow hoovers

Much like the antithesis of fables

 

Distorted lie visions ecstatic

Quieted seem sounds euphoric

The mystery is now a misery quarantined

And the path is ill-designed

 

Well, seems like they want to turn preachers

Says who, the mirror shows true features

When experiences are the best teachers

We get to know, warped are some creatures

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