So sweet is the end result. You evade a catastrophe with your lie. You’ve bought yourself some more time, gained yourself some underserved love, brought yourself higher than those you see beneath you. What is the cost of your lies?

When you realize that life is a cycle? That everything comes back? No life under the sun is new or encounters a new kind of problem. Your fate is soon to come.

Lies. Lies. Lies. The atmosphere of your lies hardly rains. But when it does. It pours.
Your lies have become your demise. Shamed and brokenhearted is your destination. What is the cost of lies?