Honesty Suffers and Pride Is From Lies

real life wasn't real nice so conceal and disguise and let fly many lies which fill minds and survive 'til alive and realised as real life which feels nice as real dies out and hides deep inside where it thrives as real memories arise of reality and life when these guys telling lies showed their nastiest side and true colours dark and sly which have changed over time to a bright light and blue sky seen as nice now and kind as real lies are real life now that real is denied as real memories in me most alive aren't supplied to the outside kept inside cus if I let them fly it means I am not nice and they don't fit the vision made by lies as real life with its feeling of nice which is now factualised as the reality prized with such loving delight and people weren't evil just so damn bloody nice and I alone know of the lies that I must never speak of because lies are now life and real life has now died twisted up tightened twice what was real wasn't nice but what's real now delights twisted up to entice so now sinners are saints from when saints weren't alive and the saints are the sinners but are saints through their lies which means the nastiest people are the best at disguise whilst the honest real people become those telling lies because nasty memories will be wiped over time replaced by nice ones, whilst nice ones keep the nasty alive the nice speak of nasty and are seen as not nice while the nasty speak nicely and con you for life honesty suffers and pride comes from lies I think I'm now wiser since I realised for me honesty will always suffice because lies are for people who should get a life *well done if you followed that, (the real and the lies interchange, the lies become real and the real becomes strange, the unreal becomes real and the real unreal, like a really rapid wheel stopping still, ha, paradox wordplay, if they all agree to disagree, then all agree and disagree, and therefore all agreed and none can disagree yet all do disagree, a metaphor of life and lies)