Lies and Death

Oh so fragile, always been,
the life that runs through living things,
cut and spilt, both dead and gone,
beyond all questions all along.

Reverence is among those lies
that liars tell a man who dies;
lies, however, keep alive
a liar’s breath and poisoned mind.

Earth and sun and moon are red,
drowned in sorrow, fear, and dread,
populated by the dead
that suck the life they never had.

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