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Nov 2010
How can you breathe?

When you speak that lie tasting so sweet?

Where is the truth or deceit?

While I sit at your feet,

Can you tell it well?

Or are you going straight to heck?

What are you really doing?

What’s the purpose to living?

If all you do is lie

And deceive another for selfish gain?

Why does the pain of another delight you so?

Don’t you know  what they must feel?

Your place of disgrace,

For you can’t hide it in your face?

The truth may hurt both you and me.

The lies never set you free

But the deceit kills off the  reality for me.

You are hurting me

So set me free.
Shekhinah En Ka Mitt ©                                                                               1/28/09
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