Lies

Creating a stoned womb
Hiding in our deluxe imagination
The end is coming soon
For all of our imitation
Honesty bonds us tight
Straight talk is clear
Living is how we fight
When living in fear
Con our way through all
Avoiding the ones who see
Binding begins in fall
Spring to set us free
For we can not trust
These limits of unknown
We do as they must
In zero control zone
Immaculate our making
God we are all
Our little worlds are waiting
Our beck and call
Why we don’t know this
Not only I do you see
But all and forever this
Might and magic within the
Answer the prayer quick
My little one
I am about to be sick
With all this fun…….
FenniganT 99