But you and I,
We are mentally connected!
Morally with a chemistry.
And spiritually through this…
We both can see!
A manipulation to have us both believe,
The process of a smokescreen works.
But the doer is the one deceived,
By such deeds of such shallow intentions…
A mindset limited breeds.
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