lies
Deceitful lies in the face of humanityfeelings are denied to reality,
hide behide the face of glory and become the deceitful.
Your lies will be acknowledged
but you shall be the only one to suffer them
lies
Deceitful lies in the face of humanityA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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