As of recently
A truth has come to light.
That with the lies,
Come a thousand flies
and the sour odour of vultures.
The scavengers.
They pick and pull at the bloodied carcass
That was my story,
Pulling free from it's tethered mooring
That was my lying mouth.
Do we really understand
Why we lie and deceive?
When really, it'd be better,
If we left the fetter
And cage of deceit,
Behind.
Alone.
Where it can do no more grievous harm.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
As of recently
A truth has come to light.
That with the lies,
Come a thousand flies
and the sour odour of vultures.
The scavengers.
They pick and pull at the bloodied carcass
That was my story,
Pulling free from it's tethered mooring
That was my lying mouth.
Do we really understand
Why we lie and deceive?
When really, it'd be better,
If we left the fetter
And cage of deceit,
Behind.
Alone.
Where it can do no more grievous harm.
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