Fables surround us like grey wolves,
Animals circle tightens step by step,
Lies are wild horses, knock its hooves,
The echo pierce the brain like thunderclap.
Deception blooms in royal filthy hands,
Flowers ov false ideas smell with sulphur,
Soul eaters reign by claws and fangs,
Folks defend their homes, waiting salver.
Men go to harlots, 'cause fear to be broken,
Love for sale seems a little bit easy,
Damn that Apple, when we get awoken?
When delusions expire like bubbles fizzy?
The lying woman thinks ov family wealth,
Lying man wants his wife never guess.
Lie Rose Sonnet
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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