Pulled the rug out from under me
I just want you to be free
But I really know that he
Laughs behind lines I cannot see
As he spreads his slurry tank
And I am supposed to thank
Him for the brown and smell
That colours up my personal hell
To be lived in for a time
Until I can seep Divine
For though a lie may be true
Lying is so you
And lying down is so me
Why did I not see
That I do not have to be
The scales between your dignity
And the truth of an age
You spill the ink and I’ll write the page

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