The Truth causes heartbreak in the place truth plays
But the lie causes anarchy where it chooses to lay.
It lies so easy on bedding made of words
Sounding so innocent like tremblings of birds
It moves between the spaces between friends and the other
Expected between enemies, killing off sister and brother.
But the lie doesn't hurt, it doesn't even bruise
It's effortless motion like walking in the most comfortable shoe.
Then it waits for the day when it told to wake now
And the place where once friends were is spoiled and sour
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