Treasure Island

Michael James Kennedy Findlay

(20/04/1988 / Gloucester, Gloucestershire)

Lies


Lies, tearing us up inside

Squeezing us till we feel the pressure

Like a snake slowly squeezing your neck tighter

The fear of the truth not been understood

The lies weaving there way in to every persons mind

Your mind slowly giving way to the pressure

The pressure slowly increasing, people mocking you, people pointing

Lies, Truth been twisted and distorted and misrepresented

Lies, The evil of our kind, truth the good of our kind

Don’t let lies over run, don’t let lies stay and haunt you, speak the truth

Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2005

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  • Ellias Anderson (7/16/2012 3:18:00 AM)

    lies can heart anything. Liars don't have powerful memory. they are the weakest people. and you show it as well as you can.
    It's a good work.
    Ellias. (Report) Reply

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