We all are living inside a lie,
But some of us accept it as the truth;
We never say really or even ask why;
We are children and we are the youth,
We don't know the reason that we live;
But, we all know that we will die;
And that is why we all will forgive;
And the only reason that we will cry,
I will always pray to my GOD,
Because your GOD doesn't exist;
Is our life and belief just a facade;
It’s all that we do as we must persist,
Believing I do, as believing I must;
What I see I just can't deny;
One day everything will turn to dust;
Then everything known will have been a lie.
Randy L. McClave
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