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Twisting their self, trying to find Their way through the halls of a maze, Walls converged and corners combined, Puzzlement, within the entwined Secrets of the twisted pathways Running the course throughout the daze. Night or day, in darkness or light, Their weaves try to find turns to sense, As sense reshapes the maze the trite Excuses try to make all right While getting more lost in pretense— Twists that cannot offer defense. Threads weave the twine woven in strings That forms the rope tied to the gate. When they forget some of the things, The rope helps them get their bearings. By then it’s usually too late, Lies have already sealed their fate. Twisting through a maze of reason The maze within the maze freezes And the twists begin to madden As it all begins to weaken; In panic they look for breaches That will reverse the bad choices. They lie within their maze of lies, Lost to the reason of wisdom. Within the maze they seldom rise, Trapped in confusion with their tries. Liars think that we are all dumb, And rarely accept the outcome.
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