A lie written in gold
Is easier to believe
Then truth gently told
There’s no building upon rock
Only constructed upon sand
Swept away by the palm of your hand
Death is a constant cloud
That overhangs upon the heads
Of sluggards and fools that remain
Unwilling to believe
Its as if truth is dismissed
For a gain of sand
Worthless
Cold
The treasure is death
When a lie is the foundation
It’s attractive, yes
But believing it will never bring the best
Ignorant, unwilling
To see that perspective is subjective
Truth is objective
And sets the feet on solid ground
It’s brittle, the lie believed
No rest, when the...