The Truth of Lies

It was away and far Unknown and not lived Ugly and dusty. But, beautiful when seen It was never looked upon Because, it is the truth It may cause a wound And can be cured Hiding is what is done And forgotten is pretending It pricks up every moment But, it is ignored Living dead is preferred Because, lies are prescribed Sleep well in the coffin And never to wake up. Thus, became the relative Of the devil, away or within But, the devil of lies Offers the best Accept the offer from And be gone forever Can never be recovered Unless woken up. Woken up from the coffin Because, I was alive A bit of life still wandered It was magic, I believe It came from within me For, that small piece was untouched It was that purest piece of truth That, everything has. Maybe unannounced now But someday explodes off That day gives a glimpse Of what you are Body is sometime a lie Soul within is the truth Soul is the life And truth is living