Startled by the truth smashing into your face.
Cicadas and crickets still continue their summer song
As rivers plunge upon rocks at a rapid pace.
Why then are you startled by the truth that comes along?
Could it be the mist of lies you look at all your day?
Misty drops heavy with the hate and spite you say.
Each time it opens your mouth spews out the lies again
Emerging into the world you want but cannot gain.
In sulking irrational tones your lies invade
The reality of truth and honor as they fade
As time draws near with your lies in full bloom
Dear brother, see not your swift impending doom?
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