To execute a real attack,
It must be hidden
Outnumbered and o’ershadowed by
Countless lies, fakes, teasing shadows
And facsimiles
Cast out playfully as
Lures and distractions
To bait, and draw you in
All the while knowing
In myself
Absolutely which is which:
The decoy and the true
Oops
Often I find I only fool myself
Finishing impaled upon your point
As you recognize my perjury for what it is
A feint—an unconvincing one at that
Give me second chance to spin this tale again
Look…over there!
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