Lie

4 апр. 2014 г., 22:42

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Lie is wearing luxurious clothes

And smells of expensive perfume

It is flying all over the roads

And is faster than one could assume.

Cause it’s driving a powerful car

With neverexhaustable fuel

And there are no signs or a bar

To stop it when it’s getting cruel

And it causes unstoppable flood

With its spellingly beautiful sound

It adores to dive into the mud

And to spread it with lust all around.

Lie possesses almightiest charm

and enchants with its pathos and flame,

But it’s ment not to care, but to harm

And to turn every grace into shame

But engulfed into its outrage

Lie is often too childish naive

It could not be kept in a cage,

But at least let's allow it to leave.