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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The price of a lie follows with a debt to truth, Twice the size to honor what was meant And whom it went through; In the light of my eye, borrowed from my mind, A memory of a person Has been said To have consumed, Is it an apple missing Or that of Adam and Eve's Garden now entombed I went ahead and stole From those famed Glimpses of fate And I let it be with my burning grips to cause and create an irreparable split to eden's trace, from that birth bed of sin in between and coming away with the embers flying off those insufferable wretched gardens known for their following, flowing and fatherless flames. Maybe I'll try to find a prayer for some rain. Now with that mentioned price of the lie, If without a target but myself for it to fruit Is what I meant what will come In an attempt to cry Albeit, A cry for the moon? Is it still a lie If it's language that fails and a body's prayer falls victim to the weakness of its wounds Unable Yet willing Like a mouth sewn and screwed wanting to shout needing to scream But it becomes the doubt It becomes the metal and strings They obey; Threads forming a rule And yet without a crown They find it king As if there were Anything else to choose. While subjected To this liability we breathe to assume I'll try to listen for a voice with the right words to say, Even if they're perfect, I believe Anything I will hear, It's here where they're said only but a moment too late Maybe this is how life Collects what its due Maybe because even If not myself, Something out there Truly understood That to pay the price, You owe it to yourself Even if it means there will come a mountain For you to move
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