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Lies
Lies
Lies are like a second nature.
Instead of an azure blue, a crimson tide stains the shore.
Plants weep and wither underneath a black sky.
The animals of the field fall.
From our space, the world looks like a poisoned apple.
Devoured by the lies that were uttered.
It will be fine. It will get better.
Yet all remains.
Change beckons.
© Will
Lies are like a second nature.
Instead of an azure blue, a crimson tide stains the shore.
Plants weep and wither underneath a black sky.
The animals of the field fall.
From our space, the world looks like a poisoned apple.
Devoured by the lies that were uttered.
It will be fine. It will get better.
Yet all remains.
Change beckons.
© Will
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