In the lie
Lie all the beliefs
And in the belief
Die all the lies
From stories of "gods"
Who create the thunder
To the lies of love and kinship
Of societies and their wonder
Lied into religion
Educated about virtues and vice
Lied about a happy future
When happiness itself is a lie
When you break it down
Down to the last
Except that matter, everything else dies
So if its that we are all made up of,
From where did good and evil arise?
Where did the tales of myth come from?
How did this system surmise?
Wasn't it all supposed to make us feel happy?
Ah! But they were just plain lies
Lies to breed more further lies
And yet more to bear the older ones
Robbed of all the will in the world
Forced to believe the gods in the stars and the suns
Yet, the funniest irony about the beliefs
Was it a linguist's private joke?
An accident? Or just a plain riddle?
For does not every 'be-lie-f' we hold
Has a 'lie' right in the middle?