Susceptible to perception,
Enumerates our deception,
Consorting with ill intent,
Riddled within the constant
Echoes of the human heart.
Truth is twisted from the start,
Slandering depth of soul,

 

Unworthy words to know.
Negligent 'tis it of the speaker to be,
Testifying to the insincerity
Of the human race as liar,
Labyrinth to the sad crier
Destined to be broken in two

 

Under the guise of secret views.
Never realizing how ill it keeps us
Forever severing the melodious
Origin from which we came
Leaving behind us the shame
Delivered with whispers of deceit.

 

Secrets Keep Us Ill