the sacred lie...

[nathaniealv]

messing with my head, the mind's all twisted.
conscience blocks, actions be deprived...
single and sole, in the middle I stand...
slowly sinking, the ground notwithstanding...
locks of hatred be gifts of fate,
... forward a soul of soundless screams...
through raw nature I constantly thrive...
the bickering eyes and unfortunate
laws thread the path I walk upon..

as I dwell in silence and self be forgotten,
cannot stop for it will be a sin...
though a lie be phrased if still be held...

...the person owes the conscience but the person will sin...