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Lets be Honest*


Consider how lies can fly From here to there From ears to hair From heart to neck, then up to thoughts , exhaled with breaths Words don't speak Tongues Deceit flow the best Don't be confused Though deception is well spoken It can be clearly noticed Making days pass slow New hours longer than the last Its so strange how hope, was only real in my past But now that im ahead, with the truth in my pocket, cold days turn warm , God pays the sun to clock in. Jesus paid the price to stop the Disobedient lies, true sin with no cares No fear in god, no fear in men, but yet I remain so scared, not of the past not of the present nor the future Nor the seconds, not the minutes not the hours not the the fears, not the words, not the emptiness of power. Im scared of lies But confront the truth with anger, angry its not a stranger. Unknown thoughts never heard of combine to attack my mind, bringing the real truth back. In my heart, where it belongs, but my heart is far away, so honest hearts are long gone, well mine is at least. The truth is on a leash while the lies run free Because deceit runs the furthest, lies are alive so of course lies can breathe . Lying is a drug , no need for weed no need for liquor, no need to imagine honesty, realize the picture. Deceit flows the best From here to there From ears to hair From heart to neck, then up to thoughts, lies exhaled with breaths.
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I have a complex mind. I am unable to speak surface, no matter how hard I try. These words are more than just words. These characteristics of who I am can be interpreted as pleased, but PLEASE help me as I'm venting'- , because Lord knows Ace The Poet loves undivided attention.

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