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When The Truth No Longer Matters
When the truth no longer matters, you content yourself with lies.
And, the Truth cannot escape you, no matter how it tries.
Your image never changes, so you hide it from yourself.
But, the Truth is that you're ugly when you sell the Truth for wealth.
Fearful that you might see the Truth and realize what you've become,
The very thing you preach against, the total and the sum,
You fearfully avert your sight from mirrored eyes that are your own.
So, the Truth won't be so obvious, that you're a person you'd disown.
No wonder you're afraid to take a close look deep inside.
In the darkness that's become your soul, where would the Truth reside?
Are you that much of a coward? Are you really that unprepared?
When was the last time you even looked for it? Have you even dared?
I don't know if I should laugh, or cry, or maybe pity is what I should feel.
When you're waiting at the Pearly Gates and God won't make a business deal.
Instead He pulls out a list of lies that have come straight from your mouth,
And, points you towards the spirals stairs that are heading down due south.
All the wealth you gained from selling the Truth will get you what you deserve.
From the years and years of lying, the Truth you just wouldn't preserve.
Without control its down, down you go, at such a dizzying pace.
To a land of flames and cloven hooves, well, I'm sure you know the place.
But, don't expect to be a welcomed guest by the one that invented the lie.
You'll not escape your final fate, because your plans have gone strangely awry.
Yet, have no fear, you'll not be alone, what with the world so full of liars.
Take some hot dogs along, some marshmallows, too, roast them on all of the fires.
