To Lie

Difficult it is to find sense

In a labyrinthine jungle dense,

 

How hard it is to take back words spoken,

Harder still to mend promises broken,

 

Garrulous mouths are hard to quieten,

Imbecile brains are hard to enlighten,

 

Difficult it is to make morose souls smile,

Utterly impossible to make the dead rise,

 

Painstaking it is to make minutes pass

When life treats you like a futile mass,

 

Gruesome it is to live the infinite night,

Have a chat with the darkness and combat your fright,

 

It is formidably tough to apologize,

It is but perilously easy to lie.

 

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