Ash Under Moving Skies
The lies sold to us as the truth.
The truth sold to us with lies.
The poisonous words move through the air filling our already poisoned skies.
The broken eyes that know that the truth lives only under darkened, concealed and guarded skies.
When lies become the truth hope and honesty drop on their swords and die.
Because a society built on lies is only ever going to guarantee its cries.
A society built on lies is ash under moving skies.
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