The Scent of Victory

Come to me with sweet requests that mask blatant demands

Come to me with chocolate covered lies that leave a sickly bitter after taste

Come to me with offers of affection and companionship that are actually the shooting of a gun marking the beginning of a race and a myriad of silent stealthy competitions

Come to me with offers of abundance and prosperity but actually hand me lack, starvation and poverty

Come to me cloaked in purity and good intent that covers maliciousness, envy and hate

Come to me with all lies and deception as you desire

Come.

Nothing that lies hidden shall ever stay hid

Come.

Come if you dare.

Come to the Victor who lays everything bare.

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