All the frauds, exposed

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The calendar is a fraud-
Invented to beguile men
And lull them, and make them march
On the tune of days and nights.
 
Death is a fraud-
We have been living
The same life again and again. We are
Stuck in the cycle of inconsequence.
 
Life is a fraud-
Here friends act as enemies,
Fake enemies, and kill each other, trying
To escape the false life, the false death.
 
Time is a fraud-
It never passes; it gives the illusion
Of movement, sometimes forward
Sometimes in cycles, and smiles.
 
Love is the biggest fraud-
Or else it would have killed me long ago.
It is an agent of life, it traps, it lures,
It punishes, it embraces – and does not let go.
 
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