To think this on the lies we tell
To prove to the world all is well
I'm fine, It's mine,Your hair looks divine
You'd think it some bloody magical spell
One tries to be much more then cleaver
When putting words all together
We try to be good and do all we should
Sometimes there are storms we must weather
No lies, the Bible doth say
Keep the way of the Lord a'lway
Sometimes it is needed
Rules not to be heeded
The punishment later to pay
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