Lies No Truth In Lies.

Heard of the tale,

Of the doll that grew?

A trek down google,

Could put you in the know!

There lies no truth

In a lie at all;

‘cause a lie, is a lie,

Is a lie: just as a lie.

You could paint it,

Or garnish it in a pastel’s

Hue; or call it white,

Innocent or constructive.

You could bury the truth,

In the sands or darker tombs.

But let the wise-ing know-

Buried things rear heads.

Hide it in religious cloaks,

Pass it by idea’s caravans,

Swear it by your oath,

But does that change a thing?

There is no just living;

Like breathing in the plain.

So when at last

You lie in your Cask.

Men would cross their hearts,

On you.