The Hypocrite
I wear a cloak of gold and lead
It hides me from the world I’ve fled
Outside, my face may show a grin
But just to quell the pain within
This cloak I wear, this thing you see
Is nothing, but you think it’s me.
Inspired by Dante’s Inferno, Canto XXIII (lines 55-60)

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