Friday, June 29, 2007

Lies and Lives

For life's just a paper and is truly white,
Black and red ink are magnificent lies
Used by man to sketch and write
Censored only by his conscience's eyes

But long after the fire burns it into smoke
Or the rains wash the colours into slime
Its only the unwritten and unspoken
Ash and mash that last the test of time


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