Deceived
I formed a lie I would believe
So perfect that I was deceived
I lied of sight
I lied to me
Then wondered why I did not see
I lied of sound
I lied of proof
Then wondered why I heard no truth
I lied of touch
Of smell and taste
Until awareness was a waste
To formed a lie one would believe
Destroys the way they would perceive
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