As I read your latest ridiculous lie
Clouds of summer drift on by
The grains of time pass through your hand
Grains of lies not the golden sand
I read your words as from the shore
Of the lake of fire you probably adore
You call me dumb, an ignorant man
But, alas, you remain the charlatan
Shallow thoughts drowned in hate
Prevent you from joining the debate
Lies you tell sour overhead
The bright truth I have said
Sculpting nonsense from your lies
You collect them as if they were flies
As for me this just maybe
The best year for my reverie
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