We find answers and truth on opposite sides of the spectrum.
The difference from what is said and what we know,
Something, at times, impossible to recognize.
If only spoken word was always sealed,
With a promise of accuracy.
From mouth to ear, to brain and to mouth again.
The cycle repeats.
Stupidity;
As viscious as slander.
Tripping over your quick tounge,
Spiked like satans horns,
Sour as salt.
A mouth kept dry
By stupidity and nude lies.
For each nescient word,
Spills tears from one more eye.
How much salt will fall?
Oceans will succumb,
But at what point will you realize
This is what it's like to cry?
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