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.
Little Wren 