"The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone.
The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold.
I know the method lips drawn wide to turn and sway.
To smile behind the biting tongue. Each of us danced well in lies.
The hand the handle and the sword.
Lies there are those of us who will embrace lies and yet if it comforts us we will do what lies do...
When I confess there is no truth demons remain sleepless inlove with blood
starved souls forgotten without sounds..."
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