Oh the tales spun, woven by the spiders and coiled in snakes.
Rummaging through the nonsensical matter to find the heart of truth.
Lies are truths: truths are lies does any of this really matter if we believe both one in the same.
They drink up the poisoned words like an elixir.
But to me is like a knife to the guy, as only the tales spun of gold gives me strength in humanities hope.
~ J
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