The View

The View

It’s a narrow view through those eyes.

Dead set on making a mountain of misery,

From a thread of truth.

Lies flow easy.

Just like truths to some.

Rotted, stinking truths.

The thing is, 

I see the view,

It’s not pretty, from where I’m at.



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