The lies speak so sweet when they are a treat
Now, do we weep what we sow?
Who's to say when the lies are transparent?

But not apparent, larks speak of whispers, And crucibles Mischievous fools Drools like schoolgirls at jocks who knows the rules,

but abuses the lie that was amenable. But it was so cruel like dark dues that have the muse but are always confused from that rude attitude.

That's stare, was conturrian
But built on cynicism and idealism.That's crude amusing, but sweet like lies....