Lie.
Too many words
And I would say,
That planet spins around speeches.
The instant lie
Make people slaves,
So that’s, I guess, the devil’s feature.
From someone’s back
To group of scams:
It spreads, Indeed, like bloody cancer.
The lie was born
Towards the men
And you cannot reject or cancel.
Too many words
From scene to scene.
We promise each without conscious,
We cross the truth
With bunds of sins
To sell the heart and it’s emotions.
I wonder if
The life was game:
Would people try to start it over?
The best of us
Would trade again
The Highest Will for same hangover.