Lyre’s(Liars) Lament
A lyre’s lament
That plucked the string
Out flew an off key note
This liar's comment
In bitter rant
Out flew an empty quote
An easy yoke
Upon my back
To plow the fields I've sown
In keeping with
The proverbs path
I reap the fruit alone
Where is the end
To this recourse
That presses the boot so hard
There is no end
To my remorse
No longer to hold the card
I am trapped
In loves grip
It's beauty to cage me there
In my cell
Not all alone
But with two felon's do share
Was me and I
That conceived the crime
The sentence passed so true
It was those bastards
That had no thought
Five victims two plus you
So as it ends
This liar's lament
Notes ringing out in chord
Resolved the debt
The price I pay
Our love could not afford
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