If a lie protects us,
is it no longer a wrong,
   but a new truth
Spares us a fate
  seemingly crushing but teasingly a torturous unknown
    a triumph lost or catastrophe averted
At what cost
  does this secret lye our soul
    a burning paradox
Plunge, leap, or fall
  to the same beasts they lead
    one of feathers or one of fur
To be devastated
  To be graced
     Heaven or hell at our fingertips