Falsehood

 

By S.D. Sycther

Falsehood made realize me;

Exists something you can't see.

Mean mean men must glee glee glee.

Falsehood made made realize me.

Where were you all these days and all these years?

Cause grown up just yesterday and went all fears.

But not not now, tears tears tears.

And grown up just yesterday and went all fears.

Butcha! Believe in none, but one shall believe;

Butcha! Beleive believe sunrise, sunrise believe believe.

And pain pain wonderful, falsehood relieve relieve.

Dirt is countless and so are the holes;

And face filled up glory-less thy moles.

But play play none but play play roles.

And faces filled up glory-less thy holes.

Speak in so language of the moron;

Paradise knows of falsehood;

Death is longer than is good.

Speak in so language of the moron.

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