If the shadows
Of your lies elude you,
Lay your back,
Face the heavens.
Tell the skies,
'I have failed, '
Or, if you must,
'I have won.'
For truth is heavy,
And to lie to oneself
Is no simple feat.
Perhaps in silence,
In the blinding light,
You may find
A vessel of deceit.
…a man like yourself,
…my friend.
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