Little bird of deciet and lies,
How long do you think you'll stick to the skies?
The higher you go, the more trouble you cause,
In your joyride, you fail to see the flaws..
Just how long will you be free
While you enjoy stolen pleasantries?
Waiting for the day your lies are caught,
And redemption with guilt is desprately sought.
Until your wings are clipped and you can't fly,
To the ground, you'll fall from the sky.
Maybe in the next life, a truth is worth more sold,
Perhaps more than the lie you just told.
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