(Mystery Poem) A Whose Who
An impression that will never satisfy.
When it is made full of lies.
He's a cop.
He's a spy.
Oh he works for the other side.
But of what because he just never gives up.
That reaching beyond reaching he's preaching and seeking a acknowledgement of a factitious existence.
Remember that man he created his story straight from his head.
With a few words he has spun such an elaborate web.
How do you dissolve it in the search of the truth.
It becomes a whose who I would conclude.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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