Oh the Lies We Lead

With inconsistant consitencies, your constantly insisting
the world you view the world you see, within your reminiscing
a ravens not a writing desk, a flute is not a lute
your lies will lay in special ways your truths will talk in twos
and backwards speaking two-way words, with hairs of truth in fraction
will once again have web woven, to lead a long distraction

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