A History in Rust
Painting a picture sounds easier
Than displaying certainty
Stories told by a fictitious anima,
Deceiving an array of your clique
But who's deceiving whom?
Put on an old face, worn out from years of neglect
You think you’ve outgrown it,
But it slides on effortlessly
It's imbued with the trappings of your past,
Your dishonorable history
This is a false flag operation