Limiting ourselves to our conditioning
Lies
are what we’re made of.
Books of lies.
On shelves of lies.
Cased in lies.
In the Stacks
of libraries.
Micro lies.
Cro-magnum lies.
The world wide lie.
Indras’ lie.
History makes a white lie
so friendly
And black most sinister.
We strive for fabled jewels.
Noble lies that we live by
-like democracy.
A Forked tongue genocide.
If the whole universe is truly
moisten with nectar
then that would explain
the sticky surfaces
and a population
slimey and sluggish.
Theres a thing called red-lie
An action painted rage.
Like “by his stripes we are healed”!
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