ancient mysterious and alternative
Don't
tell too many lies
It
never brings anywhere
It
stays as it is
Only
in the mind it floats
The
digging holes
The
marks lay open
The
liar doesn't see it
The
belief in its own lies
The
raining sand
The
fall it can't be stopped
The
words of lies
It
can't be sieved away
Don't
walk like a proud peacock
Opening
its wings of colour leathers
The
outsiders will think how great it is
The
truth will not fade away
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