Your Lies Will Ne'er Defeat Me

Midday reeks of bloodied lies
In the oh so crowded room
Where no one tends to my cries
And I’m told my thought belies
What they see in front of them
I know what I feel is gloom
 
But who can trust their mayhem
Their sickened thoughts and speeches
I do not know where from they stem
But I know I must condemn  
Them for what they’ve done to me
In spite of all She preaches
 
All that they claim that they see
Are tangled up webs that will
Ne’er straighten despite their plea
And though their work is a spree
How could they ever decree
Wrong, when they lie for the fill

The End

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