There are...
White lies. Black lies.
And Brown lies told.
But...
The Worst of them all to tell,
Are the ones to sell them sold.
To oneself.
More each day to create,
With this done deceiving everyone.
Convinced to support until believed.
Awaiting to anticipate,
This alternate perception to accept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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