Vive La Verity!

How I long for a world devoid of lies

Free to speak as one pleased, without a fear

No deceit, no motive behind your eyes

I want to bring my mystical world here

It would be so simple if we spoke true

Doubt would not invade and cloud men’s judgment

And the world would become less cruel

Evils would starve, absent of rudiments

But even I fall short and speak falsehoods

I justify my words with “I know better”

But I’m not; I am trapped by them, like you

My lies are my ball, my cuffs; my fetter

But for miracles to come, I must start

And leave a trail of broken bleeding hearts