the color of transparency
detects the slightest lie
the iris hue will speak what's true
when gazing in that eye
the flame of misdirection
will begin as just a spark
but when the soul is purely whole
it sees the smallest mark
the skins conceals what's underneath
the skull surrounds the mind
mere flesh and bone are clearly shown
but to that, just be blind
just focus on the spirit
that's the essence of us all
use what's laid bare when glimpsed in there
to make your judgement call
the color of transparency
is neither black and white
the mind, not eyes, see that disguise
so use that for your sight
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