Our Lie, Our Way to Die

Our Lie, Our Way to Die
 
Every lie they bark
Every tie they tie
Is a knot in the noose
That hangs us all
Swinging from a tree
Yggdrasil shutters
Under our weight
Yet we gain no wisdom
Only more lies
 
By the end of this road
The tree breaks under the load
The grand corpse shutters
Falls into the hole
Dug just to hold
The rotting
The diseased
The remains
Of the being that is us
Killed by the noose
That is our lie
Our way to die
 
8/19/20 – Andy McRae