rains of bloom
The Liar's Lair - Poem by rains of bloom
The people here aren't honest folk
The people here speak lies
(Which they believe) .
The people here lie lies like they're truths
Lies in every word they spreak
They live a fantasy life illusion
Unaware of the convicted lie,
Turning their face on the backlashed reality.
Unprepared to live the truths
Rather to decieve themselves
With indulging lies.
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