Hate the lying,
the words so full,
with dead truth,
choking beyond,
your lips move,
speaking this murder,
are you possessed?
I can tell it's getting harder,
hard to tell the truth,
hard not lie,
hard to free your soul before you die,
die of life,
die of lies,
die with the truth you killed
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