Changing Faces
The changing faces
The painted walls glow
The cosmetic value
They say is new
The bottles of gold jar
The temptation for the new
You dip your fingers
You are marked for life
The serpent hissing softly
“You don't have to feel afraid
I will make you rich beyond your means
I will give you power you cherish”
The changing faces
On the walls the new coat of paint
They smile at you
Yet the backbone all the same!
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