Angels never lie...
iS THAT SO?
It seems rather strange,
Lies, they are so helpful
Hopeful, they say one should be noble.
But how many commands does a dog make,
Even if he’s loyal?
Was truth produced in bricks of gold,
and delivered to the royal?
For the mind it does perceive
Life, through angles fixed on altered corners.
And every thought we speak,
Is different based on order.
So explain the truth,
The real we claim
The solid you
The inked down name.
And show me how your Self was made.
Of either thoughts, or strangers game.
How we all move by precision… time.
Overstated feelings, lies
Lies that twist and turn and grow
And soon it morphs that you don’t know.
Or realize if one wills it,
One can choose
For lies they are the same as truth.
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