Decay Of Lying

The doubt emerges of the question
The question becomes distress
The distress is my common place
My place i don't know yet

My answers get me convinced
The truth is not a point of view
And i invent my own verities
To live despite my death

Who has the courage to break the truth?

The reason is not the only way
The way is not so straight
The myths and fables and dreams
Relieve me in all my days

And i bet in the mystery
To convert weakness to impulse
To hide the decay of lying
And doubt of all the truths

Who has the courage to break the truth?

The reason is not the only way
The way is not so straight
The myths and fables and dreams
Relieve me in all my days

And i bet in the mystery
To convert weakness to impulse
To hide the decay of lying
And doubt of all the truths

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