Once upon a time this person became a liar,
Wanting to be impressive became an addiction,
And this was not a healthy time,
So the allies were there all the way,
Hand on your shoulder,
Even when the family degraded sacrament,
Demeaning and trivializing,
The allies were still there,
Ceremony was heart,
And sacrament was ancient,
Our ancestors thought they were spiritual magic,
And now the liar lies no more,
For he is of the ritual and blessing,
Or his own psychedelic empowerment,
Lying wasn’t his problem,
Wanting to be praised was the root