"I'm your friend," the substance croons.
"Come join me and you'll see."
But thoughts get twisted in the lair of
potent reverie.
Tempting, fleeting sense intense,
illusion's useful tool:
happiness mimicked, power distorted --
pleasures rare and cruel.
When elusive bliss has ended,
forced devotion miserably spent,
heart begs of man a reckoning
of where its treasure went.
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