I'm not writing about you this time
or me
This is about justice
the crumbling difference
between right and wrong
a line has been drawn
and it's not in the sand
In the face of truth
lies are brought to light
their ugliness burning
blistered and lackluster
suddenly susceptible
Because truth lives in a lie
and seeks to make itself known
the same way
blue or red or yellow is lost in black
but is still present
So I lied
because this is about me
and you
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