Funny how the lier shows a face that's not his own. To praise a god he has apparently never known. To hold to truth as if it were the wind. To pass thur his fingers in the end.
Sucking in air only to spew waste. The words, only lies and without taste. Hard hearted beast with seven crowns to bestow. Yet the lier a fool, Who will never really know.
Dancing in the shelter of a shadow made of deceit. Who's tale is a puzzle. Never ment to be complete.A fog who's substance is filled with lies. What will be the reward if the lier dies?
None shall understand less they open their heart. For in the end, only lies keep them apart. The willing vessel clean of all debre. Only in the truth will you be set free.
Oh but it's easy to lie to yourself. But what would you gain if you put truth on the shelf? What path would you go toward. If only to a lie, you've gotten your reward. Nothing shall be left when you die.
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