Weary of cries
Deception and lies
Truth died alongside joy
Buried it was
In a mass grave of human hopes and dreams.
Now, lies rule
On this poor land enchanted
On myself with death haunted
On my being with sorrow laden
My being is no craven
For I accept those lies as truth now
One and only
Truth of my life
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