A thousand truths can't change a single lie,
Yet the purpose is more than honesty can buy.
'Tis not to test it, change it, break it,
But form the truth 'til the lie is in it.
Not out front, or outright, but hidden so small
That the truth has built a barrier wall
Around which the lie is not seen
But hidden as a truth in between.
'Til then, the purpose is stated--
A lie is a truth in it's hatred.
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Some of My More Random Thoughts
PoetryWith this, I wanted to take a simple idea, some little word or phrase perhaps, and turn that thought into something with beauty and meaning. It doesn't always rhyme but sometimes, it doesn't have to. It's the words themselves that carry the weight.
