No Lies

She walks the corridor, blind.
A bloodied cloth tied around her eyes,
She stands for justice, her scales unbalanced.
Ask no questions, tell no lies.

Embodiement of humanity,
Do as you like, as long as it complies,
Free will is a virtue, or so they say,
So you ask no questions and hear no lies.

A cross in one hand, a knife in the other,
An innocent gaze, a cunning guise,
But humans are not so pure,
But if you ask no questions you shall hear no lies.

A long-drawn sigh,
A small white lie,
An eternal goodbye,
A hidden spy,
Oh so many tries.


The End

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