Walking Across the Fences of Those Lies

It is, truly, difficult to, walk across the fences of those lies, but we’re still, doing it, every single day here…

Walking across the fences of those lies, we must be careful, the way we do it, as if we’re crossing a booby-trapped old house, because you never know if the place you’d stepped on, is safe and sound or not.

Walking across the fences of those lies, they’re not at all, easy, because I still remembered ALL your lies, and how they were like poisonous arrows, shooting, STRAIGHT, into my heart, and, I’d become, paralyzed, as the poisons from the arrows start to, spread into my body…

Walking across the fences of those lies, I only have a few more blocks to go, then, I’m out of the neighborhood of your lies, and, I will NEVER, EVER, E-V-E-R, go back again, not even IF someone held a GUN to my head and forced me to!

and no, not my photo here…