Art thou truthful in your serpent tongue
The one that writhes on a silly pun
For thy soul hurts each time
When thyself spurts a crime
Mystery endeavours to find
Thy instrument of reality
Of every note that sings
To thou truth of people.
How thine lives are intertwined
With the string of time.
The movement of thy lips
That foretells darkness and lies.
However, the clocks moving back
Thy complexion can spell it all
Truth lies not in thy device,
But in the creases of thy face
The measures of these words
Belong for thy past
But now, I move to the present.
I move to time of pure darkness, of pure deceit.
Devices hide one’s identity
All those smiles, real or fake
Saying I’m fine, it’s a real thin line.
Typing feelings, shadowing truth.
The face that shows good
Can be the dark that boils
On the cruelty of terror
The deceit oh how it multiplies.
Day after day
Year after year
The dark grows big
Till the question, doesn’t matter
Confusion rules ten-fold
Truth and lies tie into one
Dark and light merge
To create a futile grey
Words used for comfort
Are thorns in a bush
They are the serpents that lie on a screen.
The bleep of the buttons
Tell stories of questions
Of truth vs reality
Of Dark vs Light as we ask
Are you for real?