Throne of Lies
You sit upon that throne of lies,
Yet everyone believes not me,
But you.
When you speak,
I close my eyes,
Holding on to the truth.
The words you say are not really mine,
But you make it seem that it's me,
Not you.
You sit upon that throne of lies,
Over the burried truth.
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