You of myth, I of myth,
The myth goes through the familiar,
I mix the spices of myth.
They are buying and selling lies.
Lie you are three ants,
It's always biting.
Lie, you are a legend,
We live when lies die.
Lies are the spice of myth,
Myths are growing; everyone should run
- Author: Rezwan Alam ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2023 01:09
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
Comments1
i read this twice but I am too dumb to understand it.I think its about mythical ants
Life is a myth, strengthened and intensified by liars around us. Getting rid of lies will set one free.
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