Truth of my lies
For what charge is this you lay at my feet?
For what misdemeanour or untruth did I afore commit?
Did I steal, did I lie and some innocence fall in my stead?
Did I indeed do much worse and is someone known to me now stone dead?
There is nothing between the daylight and the dark. No grey space for thought or error, no ending, no start.
As I stand here alone in a world I don’t know, as I listen to lies from the truth men in their show. Though contempt I do feel for the meaning written in your eyes. You’ll find Jesus preaching in hell before any truth of my lies.
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