I shook the lie like moises did the burning bush.
Tense and red we all suffer our dishonesty.
Temptation´s shiny ruse showers down through R.E.M.
Murdering faithful like Cane and Abel.
Preoccupied with luxious as I sleep in bed.
Welcoming politely these fancy fantasies in my head.
When man´s energy for the flower errupts.
His beautiful rules are scribbled out with a quill that corrupts.
Dreams that send us chasing sirens into glistening wakes-
Leave us drying on salty shores abandoned,
thirsty and poorer than before.
Shaking these lies...
What good am I?
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