Lies
The past is not but nuisance
When a lie is laid to bear.
They weed our sacred garden
As they pop up everywhere.
I double down on their existence
Knowing repetition is the key.
Sterilize a lie one hundred times...
Feeble minds will soon believe.
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2023
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