Lies told bold
That took us in,
Around us wrapped,
Removed our breath.
Tales grown old,
Were freshly skinned,
And left us trapped,
To sell us death.
Lies told
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
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