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To seem to be cannot be trusted, for eyes do not tell the truth. And ever will my ears deny, if such a thing was real. But then alas it comes to be, and truth it is that which eyes did see... Mind will ever seek of none that was ever in this world. And ever will the seas belay the sun, the stars, the moon and say: When, why, what, who and where Why? Basic will be the end of such that was once green and good. For mind in power will so destroy, all that was beloved Return then to death’s envoy See the beast, horned thing and eyes so pure with suspicion Sick on the floor with worry and despise and fly on eagle’s blackened oiled wing to where the truth cannot escape, and lies will never thrive! Return then to death’s envoy! To lie cannot be as sweet as suspicion that becomes truth. A beautiful brutal thing it is to know that faith was ever broken And ever will my heart deny that such a thing was never real Ever will my eyes deny what is, indeed, the truth Lies will be a welcome reprieve to truth that will shatter my heart Lies will give us time to grieve for truth will rip it all apart And lie to me they shall