▪︎ OF PERFECT LIES ▪︎
In the house of bedlam,
intangible truth in asymmetrical attire
sacrifices from the brink of life.
Sinking in the quicksand of fallacy,
truth like a grey dark cloud builds
a parody in various stages of life.
Imperfected truth smells awful ,
stain like acid with little perfect lies.
Somewhere in vehemence and serenity,
Tarnished soul irks perfection in beautiful lies.
In subtle drops of cues and hints,
truth resurrects to elucidate lies.
But lies, they are perfectly sewn
to blindside one to the pavement.
Falsity plays in the dark to clog daylight,
And lies edit the imperfect truth with perfect lies.
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