Sweet Whispers



His whispers are sweet,
Make sense every time,
Understands you indeed,
Blinds you from a crime.

Sometimes you can't help it,
Your body and mind became oblique,
Sometimes you can't believe it,
How many times you've been tricked.

He is a clear enemy, we know,
But his footsteps, we follow.

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