THE LIES NEVER KNOWN
Truly it was ever true in different ways
when i saw the sin blindness cast as beauty
beauty that eyes fell for and minds feared like Armageddon
oh God, if i ever saw the devil..how beautiful are you?
for when i look at a mantis, stick insect, i forget the branches
branches of the same tree and rib that Eve never forgot
i am what i am by whom you think i am, yet i am not
I was born by culture yet conceived by freedom
i was given a love i did not need in ways they prescribed
evil of the portrait deceived the artist and colours hued
but the apology of repentance was not heeded by the priest
arrogance was the god chained by ignorance's gist
and they tell me lies to swoon for their romance
soon i will be desirable but by fate's chance
Why will we mourn for a dead soul?
a rotting log is a feast for the community of fungi and bacteria
how selfish it is to take it away as your own
when you swim as if the ocean is yours
remember the water rages, when you breathe with contempt
air can split you whilst earth can swallow and bury you
when you take what is offered for granted, remember the sacrifice
you maybe in for saving
Whilst all that is true is glorious
that which is deceptive is attractive and gracious
for i was once told a lie, that i was loved
yet i did not cherish my being so i could not be loved
from within the truth begins and there lies are not known.
Truly it was ever true in different ways
when i saw the sin blindness cast as beauty
beauty that eyes fell for and minds feared like Armageddon
oh God, if i ever saw the devil..how beautiful are you?
for when i look at a mantis, stick insect, i forget the branches
branches of the same tree and rib that Eve never forgot
i am what i am by whom you think i am, yet i am not
I was born by culture yet conceived by freedom
i was given a love i did not need in ways they prescribed
evil of the portrait deceived the artist and colours hued
but the apology of repentance was not heeded by the priest
arrogance was the god chained by ignorance's gist
and they tell me lies to swoon for their romance
soon i will be desirable but by fate's chance
Why will we mourn for a dead soul?
a rotting log is a feast for the community of fungi and bacteria
how selfish it is to take it away as your own
when you swim as if the ocean is yours
remember the water rages, when you breathe with contempt
air can split you whilst earth can swallow and bury you
when you take what is offered for granted, remember the sacrifice
you maybe in for saving
Whilst all that is true is glorious
that which is deceptive is attractive and gracious
for i was once told a lie, that i was loved
yet i did not cherish my being so i could not be loved
from within the truth begins and there lies are not known.
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