Fake thy smile for I see gloom
Fake thy sound for I hear doom
Fake thy recipe for death
Fake thy taking of my breath
Fake thy criminal attitude
Fake thy radical interlude
Fake thy pattern of awkward thought
Fake thy story, there is no plot
Fake thy grin toward human kind
Fake thy chance that you may mind
Fake thy place in social change
Fake thy toll and rearrange
Fake thy love toward myself,
Fake thy colour inform thyself
Fake thy palace of cursed fate
Fake thy opening of thy gate
Fake thy life, as it is not lived
Fake thy charity, you have nothing to give
Fake my conscience, I will believe
Fake my dignity, I've been deceived,
and so have you...........
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From this I say Valentino, your work should be admired and appeciated. The world as you see it now is full those who take for granted that which know and wish to appreciate. It is true the world is full of fake and it is people like you that know that somewhere in the world there are those who are real, those who are sincere. Those who believe that what is faked can be changed. Those thoughts that haunt you in the night awaken you to what is real when you fake. Keep it real Val! Dignity springs from humility.